Standing on the rocky shore, a cool spring breeze exhales its breath as it passes by his fuzzy ears. Waves crash at his hooves, closing his russet eyes, he listens quietly to their rhythm. The heave and the power of each wave as they come to their demise. Opening his russet eyes, he finds his gaze falling on the ocean, it had always intrigued him, but his thoughts were not on the ocean long when a new scent reached his nostrils. Swiveling his dark crown around, he tests the wind, letting each breath process...trying to figure out if these were familiar scents or not. Pivoting on his hindquarters his hooves dig into the pebbles, throwing them behind him, his urgency apparent in each stride. Reaching the top of the beach he halts in mid-stride, throwing his head to its utmost height, nostrils test the air. Locating the source of the smell he lunges into the skeið (the fastest pace of the icelandic breed.) Ebony mane is lifted off of his grulla nape, as he two beats laterally across the tundra. Just as sweat began to coat his nape, he slows as the terrain begins to ascend.

Opening his maw he sucks air into his lungs, his breathing slowly returns to a normal rate. Blood pumps through his body, powering each step, each stride. His body was now conditioned to the ups and downs that the Inlet had in store for him. Patrolling the border, climbing the mountain slopes had made his muscles hard and wiry. Underneath of his thick grulla coat hid the muscled physique of a mountain pony. Soon the heat of late spring would cause his coat to shed off in patches...each patch revealing his dark sleek summer coat. But before his summer coat was revealed he would have to look like a scruffy mutt. A snort is emitted from his nostrils at that thought, the cute (but dare not call him that to his face) fuzzy Dögun would be replaced by scruffy Dögun. Shaking his disheveled ebony mane, he chases those unimportant thoughts from his head, he had more important pressing matters at hand. Strangers in his Inlet...

Hooves carefully select each step, agilely he navigates the terrain. Topping the hill, he halts, silver kissed ebony tail flowing out behind him, below on yet another hill there was a gathering number of horses. Relief floods him for a moment realizing that K1A1 had arrived assessing the situation. Russet eyes take in the forms of the other two...both red, stark against the tundra backdrop. Descending the hill, his haunches tucked neatly underneath his body, he picks his way towards the group of horses. As he nears he recognizes the face of Grai... aww so he had decided to find his way to the Inlet. But the fine boned chestnut beside him, Dögun did not recognize.

Nearing the group, he approaches with the confidence of the lord of the Inlet. Striding towards K1A1, he places his muzzle on her muscled blue shoulder. "It is alright K1A1... Grai has accepted my invite into the Inlet." Nodding towards the chestnut stallion. Than russet eyes settle on the fine boned chestnut beside him.. "I am Dögun...these are my lands.. What brings you to the Inlet?" His voice takes on an authoritative yet friendly tone. Dögun's russet eyes travel her face, from her thin nostrils to her delicate ears. Fuzzy ears flick back and forth on the top of his head, he waited for explanation of how she found herself in the Inlet.