Björn idly flicks his ebony tail over his grulla haunches, the days in the Forest have grown ever more quiet. To much time, to much silence, all of this has begun to play on the young stallion. The disappearance of his mother and sister, weighs heavily on the boy. He knows that it was his responsibility to keep them safe from harm, this was after all the reason why he had made the swim after her. He had left everything that he knew behind and braved the oceans waters. He sighs, and now he was here, Olaf had allowed him to stay. He was grateful, where else would he of gone? To the Lagoon? He snorts at the thought.
A crack in the brush near him draws his icy blue gaze. A stranger moves through the underbrush, Björn's ears instantly pin. Who was this intruder? He did not look much younger then he, but there was a hardness about this colt. Björn lets the colt move away a safe distance before he falls into step behind him. He is unaware of Vargr, who also trails this intruder.
The silence is broke by the colt's bellow, Björn only hesitates for a moment as flash of painted hide bolts from the underbrush. Vargr. Björn reacts on an instinct, he appears from the underbrush, ready to aid in any way. If the colt seems to be to much Vargr, Björn will gladly step in. It seems these days he is always looking to prove himself as a valuable member of this herd.
- icelandic mutt - 2.5 years old - Dögun x Freya of the forest
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