A smile traces his lips as she mentions that she quite enjoyed his company. The decision to move to the Ridge had been a difficult one, but he wanted to be nearer to Tinuvel. Tinuvel was the land that still calls to him. His glacial eyes fall upon the furrow of her brow, the sadness that lingers in her dark eyes.
I do hope you will remain my friend. His ears flick forward, and there is a twinkle in his eye. "We can be more than that." His words just above a whisper as he leans into her embrace. For a moment, she steps away, creating a space between them. He a smile touches his pink lips.
"Komdu aftur minn gullni." His thick accent fills the air between them, inviting her back to him. He steps forward, his nostrils quiver as he takes in her scent. It was alluring, it beckons him to come closer.
Translation:
Komdu aftur minn gullni: come back my golden one.
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
King of the Ridge