Dögun
His gaze shifts back to Rade as he lays down the requirements for the colt. "First, he must be weaned." The words hung between them, this of course, left only one option. Bastian. He was the only colt in the Inlet who was old enough to return with Rade to the Lagoon. "And second, he must be healthy." Both of the colts of the Inlet were healthy. Bjorn grew stronger every day, and Bastian, well he was as healthy as any colt could get. He knew the deal that had to be made.
Rade continues, "not even of your own blood." It was as if Rade could see into his soul, carefully plotting the steps before Dögun even knew what he was going to think. This he suspects, is how this stallion has came to rule over the bachelors. He lifts his thick skull higher onto his muscled neck, as he looks up at Rade. ”I have such a colt.” He supposes that Bastian would be close by, the colt was vigilant when it came to finding out who was on their shores. He even knows of a time that he had found Bjorn wandering in the Bay, and had brought the boy home safely. Bastian would be able to hold his own in such a place as the Lagoon, maybe even some day thanking Dögun for sending him to learn how to fight.
He pivots away from Rade, and takes a step away. He opens his dark lips and calls out to Bastian. As his bugle rings out across the tundra, he knows that this was the right choice. With Winter upon them and Silver missing, the colt would be safer in the Lagoon. He patiently waits for the boy to show his face, he knows this will be difficult to explain, but it was a necessity. He wanted Sigrun here in the Inlet, this was the only way.
- pony king of the inlet -
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