Dögun wanders along the sandy south shore of the inlet, his hooves dig into the loose sand. Such a difference in terrain as you make your way farther south, here the salt grasses grow plentiful. It was one of his favorite feeding places on the island, yes he liked the tundra grasses farther inland, but these were the tastiest. Swiping a few blades he munches quietly, only the sea's waves crashing on the beach and his chewing were the only sounds. He continued to munch on the grasses well into the evening, until the sun began its descent towards the ocean. A bad feeling begins to wash over Dögun, his nerves begin to rise higher in his chest. Movement farther down the beach catches his attention...Freya? He could only make out her form, but at her feet lay another...a chestnut crumpled in the sand.

Macabre... So she had taken his offer. Lunging into a gallop, his hooves glide across the beach, with each stride he nears the pair. Slowing his eyes fall on the still body of Macabre, and her foal the same red hue of his mother...he finds his feet rather quickly. Nearing Freya he nudges her shoulder to let her know that he was there now. Approaching Macabre he reaches towards her shoulder, she was still warm, her breathing shallow. "Macabre. You are safe. Your foal is alive. Please come back to us." Almost pleading with her, he hadn't known her for very long but it was not her time to pass. She had a foal to take care of, and a new beginning in her life.

Twisting his head towards Freya, his gaze falls on the foal. Soon the winds would begin to rush off of the see, chilling any who did not seek shelter. It may be spring but the wind was chilly at night. Dögun had seen a few births before and knew that the foal had to be taken care of until Macabre rose. Hope was all they had now. "Freya, try to keep him as warm as you can. Until she rises." If, a word that hung at the edge of his tongue, threatening to spill out. "I will stay by her side." Russet eyes fall on Freya and the foal, farther into the salt grasses would probably provide better shelter than this exposed beach.

Dögun folds his legs underneath of his body, laying next to her downed body. Wrapping his neck over her shoulders, he tries his best to transfer his body height to hers. Oh wake-up dear Macabre...