The group of horses move all as one, toward the shore, the air buzzes with anticipation and excitement as their journey begins. Björn listens in silence as Zevulun explains Tinuvel and the Bay, and he just simply nods at the young stallion's description of Tinuvel, for it was accurate. A smile touches his pink lips as the invitation is extended to both him and Dancia. "Yes, we will definitely be visiting." He pauses and than finishes with his explanation of his birth place. "I was born in the Inlet, my father was the king at that time. All I remember is that it is a lot colder than Luthien." He chuckles.

"Luthien was my home, from the time I was 5 months old until I left the Islands." He says simply. He always remembered it for its thick trees and bountiful shade. He smiles fondly at the memories that were made in the days of his youth. He sucks his air in sharply as his blue eyes settle on the distant island, he lifts his thick head higher on his neck as he takes his first step into the waves. He only momentarily halts to insure that Dancia would be at his side as they made the swim. "You ready?" He questions her. He is pleased when she steps next to him, and they all start the swim to Luthien. Dark thoughts begin to surface. What would he find here? He knew that it would be painful, to come home and see that everything has changed in his absence.

As his hooves graze the sands of Luthien, his blue eyes scan the sandy shores, unsure of who they may encounter. There is so much green! Dancia exclaims, he swivels his bald face toward her, his lips pull in a smile. "Yes, there is." He says. He steps from the ocean, water runs in rivulets down his grullo sides. His nostrils quiver as they take in familiar scents, yet there is a tinge of a females scent on the breeze. I imagine there is snow here in the winter? Maziel questions. "Yes, but not near as much as Tinuvel." He answers. He steps forward with confidence in his step, he knew this land well, from the sands of the beach to the clearings that were hidden from view. His head swivels, and his ears rotate, unsure of who they would come across. He felt a deep yearning to keep their group safe.