Björn's glacial eyes settle on Shaydowfax. His words ominously hang between them. She nods and confirms that she will be careful. A soft smile touches his pink lips. "Good. It is wise to be watching your boarders... To have a plan of escape if it came down to it." Björn has witnessed the aftermath, when there was no escape plan. It leads to many being slaughtered at the hands of those who plundered and pillaged. He bumps her fondly with his nose.
Will you be leaving? He lets the silence between them stretch before he answers. "Yes, I am heading to Atlantis." He pauses. "But I will never forget your kindness." His glacial eyes take on a far away look. He knew that it was best that he was not here. Shaydowfax deserves someone who will want to stay on Salem, to create a home in the relentless heat. It was not Björn. His heart is called to Tinuvel, where the mountain's wind is frigid, the streams are cold, and the air is crisp.
He steps closer to her. "I hope you can understand." He says just above a whisper as he presses his nose into the crevice of her neck.
Translation:
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya