After a few minutes of full out sprinting, Björn's legs begin to feel as if anchors were tied to his hooves. Each stride begins to become a laborious task, each one slower than the last. With a quick maneavure she pivots to his right, trying to escape further into the sandy dunes. She veeres to her right and begins to fumble through the sands as it inclines upward. He follows right behind, his hooves digging and throwing sand out behind him with every stride.
Leave me alone. She spits at him as she crests the top of the dune. His ears lace into his unkempt ebony mane. "Right now! If I had that option, I sure in the hell would take it." he grumbles as she dissapears from sight. He crests the hill just as she loses her footing and hits the sand dune with her shoulder, momentum does the rest. He watches as she goes ass over tea-kettle down the dune, her legs flailing in the air with every tumble.
Laughter rumbles from deep within his throat, as he descends the dune. Karma er tík," he laughs as he looks down at her, as she lays in a sprawled mess on her side, sand clinging to her pale hide. He flicks his tail across his hocks, a satisfied smirk plays on his pink lips. "Are you ready to listen?" he asks. It seems as if the Loki is up to his old tricks.
Translation:
Karma er tík: karmas a bitch
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
King of the Ridge