Dark short tail idly flicks over his grulla hindquarters, his gaze quietly roams over his mother and his sister. He did not know how long Olaf would allow him to stay in the Forest, he knew deep down that his luck was running out. He had seen what had become of Bastian, the son of Silver, after he was of age he had been sent away. Björn knew that soon his time was coming, but he doubts it will be peaceful. He did not want to leave his mother and sister in the hands of Olaf, he wants them to return to the Inlet with his father.
He heaves a sigh, but he will try to remain out of Olaf's radar as long as he can. He takes another few steps towards his mother, she has been distant from him since leaving the Inlet. He felt, alone. An outcast, his mother seems to enjoy herself here, for some reason it annoys him. Maybe it was because she should still be loyal to his father, what was next? She was going to have Olaf's children?
Heavy footsteps draws him from his thoughts, he turns just in time to see the smoky stallion approach him. He momentarily freezes, was he coming to take him from the Forest? He swallows hard, before standing tall, he would not show fear. As the stallion reaches his nostrils towards him, he returns the gesture but clacks his teeth in submission. He has no intention on taking this stallion on, he was young, but not stupid. "I would like for you to come for a walk with me.” He pulls his face back, and looks up at the massive stallion with crystal blue eyes.
"Okay." A dread comes over him, yes he seems to have good intentions, but maybe that was a front. Maybe Olaf, wants him to follow him so he can take him away without a fight then chase him into the sea. He prepares himself for what is to come.