Tossing his fuzzy head, lifting his head higher on to his neck, nervous energy moving his hooves across the tundra grasses. A warm spring breeze flows from the ocean, tossing his ebony mane into his russet eyes, with a toss of his head it is thrown out of his line of sight. He listens for any sound that might alert him that his lovelies were heading this direction. A familiar sound of heavy hooves reach his out-turned ears...K1A1... her large form easily spotted against the dark of the pine trees. A small part of his nerves begin to fade knowing that she was safe, but he would not completely relax until the rest of the herd was here and the wolves moved along... Picking up a slow trot, his hooves travel across the short distance to K1A1. Outstretching his nostrils towards hers he huffs his breath, breathing in her familiar scent...

Not to long after K1A1 arrived...Freya's nicker breaks the silence, shortly thereafter she emerged from the forest, relief floods Dögun. Another herd member safe... her nip was comfort knowing that she was here. Reaching his maw towards her shoulder he places a nip on her shoulder in return. Listening quietly as Freya greets K1A1, a smile spreading across his dark lips... Yes... we are just waiting for Sigrún...she should be here shortly... He speaks to her, while his russet eyes still scan the meadow for Sigrún.

Picking up the tölt, he briskly moves across the meadow when his eyes finally fall on Sigrún... she was trotting briskly towards him, his hooves carry him quickly and agilely across the tundra. As his body nears hers, wheeling, he falls in step behind her, his ears slightly backwards, he drops his head into herding position. Snaking his head back and forth he drives her across the remaining meadow towards the gathered herd. Slowing he lets her join the herd and find her position amongst them, knowing that a pecking order would soon make itself present. Halting his head is immediately thrown upwards, testing each breeze... finding the fading scent of wolves. They must of moved on, chasing the caribou herd that he had seen last night. He did not relax completely, shifting his gaze towards his herd his russet eyes fall on each of his mares.. K1A1, the stoic blue roan, who was like a body guard... Freya...the lovely and sweet beauty... and Sigrún, the quiet and mysterious grulla, who still intrigued him with each day. Quite the herd... led by the pony stud.

"We are safe for now... but this wolf pack is famished. The winter has taken its toll on every member of their pack. They may tire of eating caribou, searching out something tastier to eat... Like our herd... So for the next few weeks, until their hunger is satisfied, I'd like all of you to stick close to one another.. Is this an easy task? Probably not... Plus you all should get to know one another... A smile touches his lips for a brief moment before it is gone...