So much has happened since he last rounded up the men to chat. He couldn't gather his troops all the time or risk their plan being blown. Bjorn's call comes at a surprise, but he figures the stallion was growing antsy. He wasn't quite ready to leave Vita Niva's side, but duty calls. He gives his Queen a longing look before turning away from their family and picking up a canter towards the beach.

Ever since he almost lost her he has not left her side. He knew he would have to eventually, especially for the war, but he couldn't waste a single second without her. A week has passed since he properly patrolled a border, but he had the boys on that job. Ironclad was so excited to take on the responsibility and force his twin to explore with him. Ironclad even left the side of her new crush interest for his new task.

The dark sabino form of his ally comes into veiw on his rocky shore. He does not suspect a thing was wrong. "Bjorn it is not yet time." He says as he comes closer with an energetic gait. "Soon. Very soon." His legs stop just a few steps from the Icelandic stallion. His dark eyes gleam with passion. They gleam with a thirst for blood.