The bald faced boy stands quietly off by himself, his crystal blue eyes float of the remaining mares of Olaf's herd. His mother was not one of them, nor his sister. They had come up missing some months ago, this of course had sent him into a frenzy. Anxiously pacing the beach, calling until his voice had grown quite with hoarseness. As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, he had given up hope on them. He knew deep down that they had abandoned him, just like his father. It seems these days the only one who had stuck around was Olaf, and even he had made himself scarse. He sighs deeply, a puff of vapor floats from his pink nostrils into the snowy atmosphere around him.
As if on que, Olaf wanders from the thick forest, his anxiety coursing through the herd as he heads off in a different direction. Curiously Björn watches his departure, then a scream rips through the stillness of the Forest. He stirs, trotting swiftly after Olaf. He slows as the clearing opens up before him, just in time to see Xina barreling down on a stranger. This intruder bravely strides forward, dodging Xina, but not quick enough to avoid her teeth. Björn positions himself to Olaf's left, waiting for any instruction from the older stallion.
Björn fidgets in his place, his anxiety moving his hooves. What would Olaf do? His ears flicker as he listens to the strangers words. Quietly he contemplates the words, but the young stallion is still confused on what this man offers. His crystal eyes fall on Olaf's bald face. What would he do?
- icelandic mutt - 2.5 years old - Dögun x Freya of the forest
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