Olaf knew that he should have tried harder to keep up his full patrols during the bad weather but he had assumed that because it was hard for the herd to navigate the forest, it would have been the same for intruders. He had not expected anyone to come let alone try and take the place, but he had been wrong. In the end it worked out and the intruder had been appeased by a deal that could potentially benefit Olaf further into the future as well. It irritated the smoky black that he had allowed such a situation to crop up in the first place, however.

Summer had taken hold of the forest now and everything was vibrant and colourful. The scent of grass and flowers was almost overpowering as Olaf stood within the copse, his amber eyes drifting over the herd that surround him. There would be fewer soon, once his son and nephew made the trip to the lagoon and his daughter had already gone. His tail flicked idly behind him as his gaze drifted briefly over Bjorn. He would need to entrust the herd’s safety to the boy and Xina for a few hours soon in hopes of increasing their numbers. They had lost a few though at least they’d found one again.