Jormungandr grazed quietly while Skoll milled about at her side. He was growing strong and bolder every day and soon he would be able to make the journey between Luthien and the crossing. Given Vargr’s attitude about his father, she had decided that it would probably do Skoll some good to meet Felony before she just dumped him at the lagoon when he was a year old – like how she would soon be dropping off Vargr and Gravewolf. Now that her half-sister, Dreadbite, had already left with a stallion, Jörmungandr could only imagine how quiet the forest will become.

As she grazed, Olaf was within her sight, his head raised and ears swivelling - listening for danger. Luckily, everything remained peaceful for the moment. The breeze kicked up around her and brought a familiar scent with it, one she hadn’t smelled in the forest for almost 2 years, Lyden. She had not seen or heard a word about him since Asp took the forest and she had begun to believe that he had left the islands entirely. She wondered if it was just a random trick of her mind or if he was truly back, but if he was, why now?

Blue eyes glanced up at her sire and his now rigid stance. He had obviously caught the scent too and was ready to charge off in pursuit. The buckskin moved closer to the smoky black, quietly letting him know that she could deal with the “intruder” and that he did not need to worry about someone trying to take the forest. She hoped that she was correct and that Lyden, indeed, did not intend to challenge her sire. After all, he hadn’t tried sooner so why would he try now?

Just as she was about to turn and seek out the scent, his weak call reached her on the breeze. Olaf’s ears pinned and she bumped his shoulder, reminding him that this was her situation to deal with, before turning in the direction the call had come from. She never found out if Lyden forgave her for breeding with Felony, or even if he even knew, and wondered how he would feel to know that Sköll was also the son of the lagoon marauder – or that if she had another, it would probably be his too.

The mostly white colt trailed behind her and she hoped that that was where he would remain. She may have trusted Lyden with the children they had together and might believe that he would not hurt the children that weren’t, but she could not be certain. It had been so long, perhaps they were both different people.

She passed through foliage, her blue eyes finally falling upon his familiar, pale hide. It was clear he’d been through much since they had parted ways. ”Lyden” she stated quietly, not really sure what to say, ”What are you doing here?” and where had he been?