A smirk touches his pink lips as he thinks of the victory over Requiem. It seems that they were locked in a stale mate. The stallion defended the Bay only to lose his mare. He has yet to set his eyes on his prize, but he knew it was only a matter of time before he would bring her back to the Dunes. He assumes she will put up a fight or argue with him about how unfair it was. Pfft. It is the way it goes. A movement in the distance catches his attention. A grey stallion thunders across the tundra. Björn assumes this would be the King of the Inlet.

Björn lifts his thick skull higher onto his muscled neck. As the stallion thunders down upon him, Björn takes these few precious seconds to size up the approaching male. He was taller, lighter in stature, but not as muscular as the short Icelandic. Pros and cons. Björn stands his ground as the other stallions slows and begins to paw the ground beneath his hooves. His ears swivel towards the grey stallion as he speaks. The hairs along his crest begin to stand on end. Björn raises his head proudly and looks up at the stallion.

"I am Björn, son of Dögun, the Pony King. " He lets the silence between them spread for a second before continuing. "I have come to the Inlet, to introduce myself." And to see if who leads it is worthy of such an honor, he says quietly in his head. Björn can see much as changed since he has left the Islands. He has come home from his battles, to find a stranger in his homeland, his mother nowhere to be found, and the Islands in a mess.

"I have come to the Bay to collect what is owed to me. A mare by the name of Tavas." He answers in his thick accent. After this meeting he would return to the Bay to bring her to the Dunes, by force if need be. He studies the stallions face closely to see how he would react to the news of his neighbor losing one of his own mares. Björn knows that news travels fast on such a small island.