Never.

Never had he planned on setting hoof on the rocky shores of this familiar-ish land until his hoof glances off of the first rock. It was as if something deep within him has beckoned him back, a soft whisper that could not be quieted until his return. So in the dead of night, with only the soft twinkling of stars to accompany him, he had left his bed of pine needles to return to the Inlet. On autopilot, it seems, he had has swam from the sandy shore of the Crossing isle to the rocky, cold shore of the Inlet.

Crystal blue eyes scan the length of the rocky shore, he halts momentarily, his pink nostrils quiver searching for the scent of another equine. The only scents that reach him are stale, a tell-tale sign that some time has passed since another soul has been to these shores. At-least he wouldn't have to explain for the second time why he was in someone else's land. He tips his head toward the fading stars, quietly thanking Odin for his good fortune.

Mother! Mother don't leave! Teary eyed a young Björn stood shaking as he watched as his mother is drove into the crashing waves. Björn whipped his head back and looked for his father. Where was he? Why hadn't he stopped the bald faced bandit from stealing his mother? Bravely, or stupidly the colt dove into the frigid waters, he had known he was the only one who could bring them back. Father, had abandoned them."

"Damn'it." He mutters to himself, as the memory hits him with its full force. He should of known returning to this forsakin land would of opened old wounds, or were they even wounds? More like fresh slices that had never healed, just a festering gaping gash, that refused to heal itself.

He takes a step. And another. Until he has thrown himself into a reckless gallop, he ignores the instincts that beckon him to slow his foolish tantrum. He gallops until every breath he breaths burns his throat, until a thick lather covers his shoulders, only then does he slow. His blue gaze flicks around, searching for any other soul. He raises his thick head high onto his muscled neck, his mouth agapes and a bellow fills the silence. It reverberates off of the thick pines, it echoes hollowly back to his perked ears.

If there was anyone here... they knew they were not alone anymore.