Dögun raises his head higher on his stout neck, a bit of courage returning as his lovely Freya builds him up. Bit by bit he can feel his foul mood, disappearing. How was it that she knew exactly what to say to him? His ochre eyes settle on her swollen abdomen, he knew that soon they would have foal of their own. (Not knowing it was so soon). A smile pulls at the corners of his lips, her honey sweet voice enveloping him. He was about to respond when her sentence was cut off. Worry begins to fill him as she begins to back up. "Is it now?" His voice raises, a bit of panic flooding his mind. What would he do as a father? Was he ready? She turns and leaves him standing there battling, he looks up just in time to see her disappearing into the trees.
He nervously takes a few steps forward but stops at the tree line. He takes to a nervous pacing, a thin sheen of sweet breaks out on his muscled neck. Anxiety pricks at his grullo hide. Was this how his father had felt? A snort rips from his nostrils, like his father had even cared about him.
His legs begin to tire, with a snort he drops his dark muzzle to the grasses at his hooves and begins to graze. At-least that would help to pass the time, he knew that Freya was more than capable of taking care of their child. A single ear swivels in the direction in which she had disappeared. A crunching of branches reaches his ears, he excitedly turns his attention to the thicket. Dögun manages to catch a glimpse of Freya's gilded coat, as they exit the forest, he can not control the smile that has spread across his face. Their son was handsome.
"Of course I forgive you. I would not be angry with you my beautiful Freya." He cautiously steps forward, his ochre eyes flitting over the colt. From the colt's face to his hindquarters, taking in each feature of their son. He can't help but notice a fire that burns behind his eyes. "Oh Freya... I think that, he is strong like that of a bear." He pauses, than continues. "Björn.. It means bear. "
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