Her words touched his ears...'Já' reminded him of home, this words were commonplace back in his homeland...but things changed, words forgotten. Only a few memories were left behind, some good...some bad. Dögun supposes that each of us had our skeletons, but he chose to bury them, trying to forget. Russet eyes fall upon Sigrún once again, a hint of a smirk traces her features. Heading away from their hide away, his hooves once again find the trail... He feels her following close behind, her nose almost touching his hindquarters. Swishing his tail he contemplates giving her a slap with it, just for fun.

Hooves navigate the slippery beach, finding the best trail to navigate down, knowing that one wrong step would send him sliding down onto the rocky beach below. Touching the rocky shore, a snort is emitted from his nostrils a split second before plunging into the waves. Each leap sending him deeper into the ocean, slowing just the slight to allow her a moment to become accustomed to the temperature. Each stroke brings them closer to Tinuvel... the familiarity of the Inlet slowly emerges from the fog.

Soon Dögun feels the blessed feeling of solid ground beneath his hooves. Lunging from the ocean, water droplets spray in all directions. Halting on the beach he swivels his head around to find her close behind, a smile crosses his dark lips...This was the Inlet. From its sweeping mountain peaks to the pines that littered their slopes. The wide expanse of tundra that covered a majority of the lower elevations, this was his home...and now hers.

It does well indeed... there is plenty of grass to fill our bellies, and bark...if you choose. Chuckling to himself, he watches as she heads inland. With a snort and a kick of his heels, he trots after her... There was much to see.