A soft snow had set in during the night and when Björn stirs from his slumber, his glacial eyes find the jungle has been touched with a thin layer of snow. He shakes the snow from his grullo coat, and slides his glacial eyes over the herd before he notices that Elvira has wandered off. With a soft snort, he sets off to find the woman, he has to keep the herd close especially with war brewing and his enemies growing in number.
As he treks through the snow covered land, he is reminded how beautiful it is when the world is beneath a blanket of white. He sighs as he turns his attention toward the sound of muffled hooves in the snow, he does not slow his approach but strides straight to her. He ignores her demands, and eyes her as she stomps a hoof into the snow. "I bite back," he says with a chuckle as he moves toward her.
"Are you finding enough to eat?" he inquires, with a soft smile playing on his whiskered lips. He dares to step closer and his words fill the space between them. "You have a unborn foal to care for," he says with a playful smirk.
Translation:
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
Bera Konung of the Ridge