Olaf had not given Björn the time of day in the dunes, but he had often seen him clinging to Freya’s side. He has seen less of that lately now that they had relocated to the forest but it was not entirely surprising. The colt was weaned and his mother had a new mouth to feed, it made sense for him to be spending less time with her. There was also Olaf’s granddaughter around who was the same age. He hadn’t seen the pair together but assumed it would only be a matter of time before the two would be forced to unite to deal with the influx of younger foals that would be looking up to them.

While the dun boy stood tall, Olaf would be a fool not to see the nervousness that clung to him. He could understand why the colt might be worried. He was weaned and at an age where many colts would be sent away – especially those that did not share blood with the lead stallion. Björn did not need to worry about that yet, however.

The boy clacked his teeth at Olaf and, satisfied that the colt knew his place, the smoky male’s ears perked up again. He agreed to the walk and Olaf turned to begin walking. He paused only briefly to make sure the colt was coming. ”Have you ever been on a patrol of a territory before Björn?” he asked, caramel eyes drifting over and behind the trees in front of them.