Nervous energy pricks at his grullo hide, the electricity in the air was consuming each of the members of the herd. Each of them every few minutes would throw their heads into the air, testing the breeze. Nervously Dögun circles the herd, his dark eyes checking the sky every few minutes, watching as the forbidding clouds roll down from over the mountains. As Dögun circles once again, his eyes pass over each of the herd members, making sure that each of them were here in the forest...safe. Worry begins to prick at the back of his mind, there was one face that he not yet seen. Sigrún. Soon the storm would roll down into the Inlet, unleashing its fury on the inhabitants of all of Tinuvel.
As the minutes wear on, his worry increases for the grullo beauty, restlessly he finds his gaze lingering on the mountains, where he knew that she spent a majority of her time. He still had time to make a sweep of the mountain side, if he hurried. Sending out a nicker to Freya, he informs her of his decision to make a sweep before the storm.
Positioning his body towards the mountains, with a single look over his shoulder, he leaps into a ground-covering lope. Hooves quickly find the path that led into the forest, each passing minute drew the storm closer, so there was an urgency in his stride. Muscled legs propel him up the forest trail that wound up the mountain, it soon turned from easy going to laboring. Slowing to a slow trot, sweat spreads across his shoulder, his breathing comes out gasps.
As the grullo reaches the rocky face of the mountains, his dark eyes desperately search for any sign of life, all he is met with is a mountain gale. It's force almost knocking him to his knees, instantly he drops his head to counteract the force of the wind. Staggering forward, he climbs along the trail towards the rocky outcrop, halfway across the shale face, the onslaught of rain hits him full force. Half stumbling, half walking he makes his way carefully along the mountains face, one wrong step would be the death of him. Soon rivers of water, turn the trail from a once dirt trail to a sloshing muddy death trap. Each hoof is placed carefully, lifting his crown he finds relief in rocky outcrop.
Pushing through the torrents of water, he inches his way towards the cave. Standing on the outside he was unsure of if he should enter the cave, there could be a number of animals holed up within the safety of this dry outcrop. Reaching his dark muzzle towards the cave, his nostrils test the scents within... first the dampness of moss floods his nostrils, but soon a familiar scent intermingles with the moss...Sigrún. Relief floods Dögun, stepping through the sheet of water, his dark eyes rest on the grullo roan. Closing the distance between them his muzzle finds her shoulder, his nostrils quiver and a low nicker escapes his lips. His worry had consumed him, and now she was here...safe.
"You scared me..." Were the only words that he could find to say, his muzzle moves over her shoulders, to the nape of her neck. Satisfied she was safe, he takes a single step back, remembering that she liked her space.