Björn follows Warsaw, his hooves tread across the Tundra grasses softly. It was not long after Warsaw let out his bugle did the familiar face of Requiem appear. For a brief moment, Björn feels remorse for the boy. He cowers as his father rebukes him for losing Tavas. The anger falls upon Requiem like a relentless avalanche, and it is too much for Requiem to bare at once. He begins to shrink away from his father.
The next words came gushing out. I lost the bay to Liland. Warsaw only hesitates a moment before another rush of yelling ensues. "Ó skítur." Björn curses outloud. Everything has changed in the blink of an eye. He turns to meet Warsaw's fiery brown eyes with his own. He mentions Liland, a name that Björn is not familiar with. He assumes by Warsaw's reaction they are acquaintances if not adversaries.
Björn nods his thick head as Warsaw informs him of Liland and where the man came from. The ridge. Já, he knew of the place. "Já. When you are need of my services, I will be there. You have my eiður." With a thick nod of his skull, he turns to go collect Tavas. He stalls as he passes Requiem. His glacial blues find the boys, sympathy lingers there for a moment before covered with a stony gaze. He sets off at a quick trot, he must collect Tavas before Liland showed up to make the Bay his temporary home. A smirk touches his pink lips at the thought.
Translator:
Ó skítur: Oh Shit!
Já: Yea
eiður.: oath
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya