The move to Luthien had been sudden but not entirely unexpected. Olaf had always planned to move the herd to the forest eventually but a part of him had thought he wasn’t ready to make that leap yet. That little part of him that was still the fresh faced colt trying to prove himself to his father had nagged that it wasn’t time. Olaf didn’t know where Kisei was now or if he would even be proud to see the stallion that Olaf had become, but it no longer mattered. Olaf was home.

The herd had settled in well and the smoky black stallion stood on the fringes, his caramel eyes drifting over each of the inhabitants with a sense of silent pride. They had a good thing going here and long may it continue. As he looked over them, his gaze came to rest on the grulla colt that had arrived in the Dunes with Freya. Back on Salem, with Bloodmane as his second, Olaf could not have gotten rid of the boy fast enough, but in the forest, he could do with a second pair of eyes. Björn was far too young to be of much use, but he had the potential to be moulded into a strong and loyal young stallion.

Flicking his tail idly, Olaf decided now might be the time to engage the boy; figure out how he would measure up. Crossing the small distance between them, he approached the boy. ”Björn” he stated in greeting, extending his muzzle down to the colt’s height to exchange breaths. His ears initially pointed forward though flicked back momentarily to show his dominance. ”I would like for you to come for a walk with me.”