Dögun
Their conversation had been cut short, just as she had started digging into where the others of the herd had ended up. Freya? Precious? They were gone, only fate knows the length of time. He heaves a heavy sigh, chocolate eyes gaze around at the sparkling pure white snow. It glistens, his eyes trace the lines of the horizon, there the winter storm lingers. It had dumped its loads of snow onto Tinuvel, then it moves on. A inches of snow had fallen within a short period of time. Dark eyes flick over the remaining horses of the herd, each of them were safe for now. Deep down he knows that Macabre, will not stay, there has been to much here on the Inlet, to much pain. He swivels his fuzzy head towards her, a nicker exits his lips.
He beckons her to take a walk with him, he knows the herd will be safe under the watchful eyes of Darius. He would take her to the ocean where it would be safe for her to return to the crossing, maybe she would find something or someone there. He gives a weak smile. ”Macabre, could you please walk with me?” He only hesitates for a moment longer, before he pivots and begins to walk towards the ocean.
”I wanted to answer your question from before, about Freya and Precious. They are no longer here, and I am unsure if they will be coming back. A massive horse by the name of Olaf, successively battled for them. He came at us and rounded both of them up, it was a surprise attack.” His ochre eyes travel to hers, he watches for her reaction.
Grulla - Icelandic - 13.2 hh
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