Björn, you sly ol' dog. The words dance through his thick skull. He has not been back on the islands for more than a month and he is already reeking havoc. First a stop in the Bay, to leave a message for Tavas and now to visit his birthplace. His hooves easily recover the well trodden path that leads from the Bay into the Inlet. He feels the cool breeze against his grullo hide, a fair warning that autumn was right around the corner. The nights would grow ever increasingly bitter, the days warmth dwindling with each passing day. Björn knew that he had to secure a home for him, Tavas, and any other woman that he comes across. The queen of the Dunes has been accommodating and intriguing, but Tinuvel calls to him. It is that call that beckons him here today.

He slows his forward trek as he nears the border between the lands. Ears flicker atop his thick skull. He listens to the winds as they whisper through the tops of the lodgepole pines. His Glacial blue eyes wander to the mountain tops, soon they would be burdened with white snow. It would crawl its way down from the mountains to the valley floors, covering everything in a thick blanket. He opens his maw and lets a bugle rip from deep within his throat. He had no interest in pissing off who ever ruled these lands.

He waits patiently, his dark tail flicks across white hocks. Björn knows these lands, he was after-all born within the thick pine forest just beyond the border. He lets his mind wander to when he was a child. "Björn, come here child." His mother whispered fondly as she tenderly touched his neck with her nose. Björn swears he can feel her soft touch now. A soft wind whispers the grasses at his hooves, chills run the length of his spine. Perhaps, she still remains here. A smile touches his pink lips at the thought of Freya standing at his side. They both look out over the Inlet, reminiscing of the days when his father ruled these lands.

Who would show themselves? Would it be a face of a friend? Or of a foe? Only time would tell and with that he leaves it to the gods to decide his fate.