The water's trickle around him, bubbling and gurgling as they flow over the rocks. A single ear twitches, listening to the tweets and twitters of the birds in the tree tops. He sighs contently, then his ear catches the soft splashes of another. His crystal eyes pop open to lay upon the face of Jökulrós, he had seen her a few times, but never really spoke to her. As she speaks, he curiously eyes her. "I have not heard anything, yet." He smiles. "Maybe they don't know my future. That would definitely make two of us." He chuckles, half to himself.

”Do you think it would be wise to listen to what they have to say? Do you think we could change our futures if we didn’t like what we heard?” He quietly contemplates her words. "It would be wise to listen to what they have to say, but we make our own futures." He pauses. "Perhaps, I would rather not worry for my future, but live for right now." With those words, he rolls onto his stomach, before he lifts himself onto his legs. His eyes linger on her face, before they travel the trees behind her. "Do you think they are watching us right now?"

He waits a moment longer, before he exits the creek, water drips off of his sides. As he steps onto dry ground, he shakes the excess water from his coat. It causes his short ebony mane to splay out in all directions. He turns back to look at her, his hair sticks out from his neck and top of his head. He sheepishly grins. "Maybe they could give me some adice on how to tame my mane." He jokes.