Oh Björn, what have you started? Thick ears twitch atop his skull. His glacial eyes stare out at the ocean's vast expanse, while he ponders the implications of his actions. He had met with Warsaw, with Requiem, and collected Tavas just as he had said he would. Why did he feel this pit in his stomach? He swivels his thick skull toward where he knew that Shaydowfax and the herd would be hiding away. He sighs taking these last few moments to feel the cool ocean breeze on his face, before heading toward the oasis.
He can scarcely feel the heat of the day against his hide, even though it nears noon. The seasons were different here on Salem than the other islands. The heat could easily have you thinking it was still summer here. He lifts his thick head and tests the winds, searching for the familiar scents. Glacial blues squint against the sun's smoldering, intensity. He sighs as his eyes fall on distant shapes, shimmering with the sun's heat. Sweat pricks along his shoulders and girth with each stride he takes, darkening his smoky hide.
As he nears the herd, he lets a soft nicker pass his pink lips, informing Shaydowfax that he returns. As he nears the Queen, her scent is overwhelmingly sweet. "Ég er kominn aftur á öruggan hátt." Breathlessly he speaks to her in his native tongue, the words thick across his tongue. "I mean, I have returned safely." He pauses. "I have something I would like to talk to you about, in private."
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya