The scent of fish and sea lean in waves into quivering nostrils. Pale fine sand begins to collect in the cavities of his wet body. They land in the crevices of his nose, ears, and mouth. Pale jaw relaxes as the oceans lullaby urges him to sleep. Eyelids rest over orbs of blue as a velvet ear lifts easily forward and another listens to the tide behind.

The cool water sooth his aching legs. His coat greedily soaks up the warm summer sun as voices interrupt his solitude. He listens with intent trying to figure out who’s delicate voice wafts through the summer haze.

“why are you so slow” she says making Lyden’s spheres spring open instantly while pale legs hoist him from the cool sand and carefully forward determined to find out who now decides to pay a visit to his home without invite from him. For their own sake Lyden hopes his son has invited them and they didn’t just “decide” to come like the nearly dead stallion had with his single mare and child begging him to stay.

Brilliant mahogany springs into life as his eyes wash over a sturdy built silhouette of a unknown mare who had a young filly in tow. Beside them stood a charcoal and white male who urged his daughter who stood ahead of them to come closer. Nostrils expand while he watches curious as to why they are here and wondered if his son has invited them or even his queen, why.

Scythes leave prints in their wake as long damp strands of his mane clung around his chest, withers and mid shoulders in clumps. Tired eyes focus into the four as he continues forward trying to recall why the well build male seemed so familiar. It is as though Lyden knows of him, met him once long ago. He is the only one, the others Lyden doesn’t not know and he gives no mention of his presense as he comes at the group from the left.

Deep pine insults his nose allowing the dawn to finally fall apon him as memories flash through his mind. Images of trees, ice, and snow replay like a song stuck on repeat along with the intense feelings of wanting, needing ceasisus to come back with him. At this point he had been willing to do whatever it took just to be with her, to share his home with her. Oh how the irony of it all looks now as irrational emotions course through his veins causing his ears to fall backwards.

Lyden stills standing infront of Solijor remembering now how this male spouted that he did not want to see Lyden, ever. He chased him from his home in a way along with Ceasisus and it is because of this thought Lyden tenses narrowing his eyes directly on the brute. ”The last we spoke you demanded to never see or hear from me, so imagine my surprise to see you, here in my home” looking from Soljor to his mare and obvious children he vaguely wonders if he’s here to offer a trade, or hell maybe he wants to “catch up”. ”I’m Lyden, Leader of the forest” Lyden says directed to the females as his pale orbs end up back on Soljor ”can I help you with something?” he asks, voice dripping with obvious irritation that he is here, standing before someone who back then, was anything but friendly.