His glacial eyes lift from the boy as Shaydowfax makes her way back to them. His ears rotate atop his crown, uncertainty clouding his mind. He had never seen a colt, or filly born without ears and it takes him aback. "Don't ask me about.. his defect," she says, but her words fall on deaf ears. How could he not? Was he just supposed to ignore it?

"I will ask you about his defect if I choose. I have never seen anything like...him," he says the last word softly.

He turns his glacial gaze away from both of them, focusing on the distant waves crashing against the sandy shores. In the Norðurland, the weak and defected foals were pushed into the bitter cold wilderness. It is natures way of culling defects, making the Norðurland inhabitants stronger. He struggles internally with the dark thoughts, on one hand he knew what was best for the earless colt, but on the other. How could he do that to his own son?

Björn clears his throat before returning his gaze to Shaydowfax and the colt that has now skittered to her side. "Sauron, is a strong name," he says simply, trying to hide the war that broods on the inside. "Im sorry I didn't come sooner, but there has been so much going on in the Ridge, that requires my full attention." he breathes an apology to her and the child.