His ears disappear into the tangled locks of his mane, they lay tight against the thick coils of his muscular neck. Glacial eyes narrow and stares transfixed on Nampeypo, despite him explaining his reasons to her, she continues on.

"If she loves him then she can ask me herself to go back to the Cove, IF she does this I will happily let her return to Requiem," he says with a defiant raise of his thick skull. He was not one to stand between them, IF that truly is what she wants. But he will not stand for someone getting in the middle of all of this and tell him what she thinks she knows. "Even still, she has not asked to go home... and trust me Nampeyo, we have had that conversation," he snaps with his teeth clacking together.

You are ignorant and selfish. The last words hang dangerously in the still spring air. Björn pauses momentarily, the anger dangerously threatens to boil over onto the sand at his hooves. "Ignorant?! Selfish?!" the words roar from barred teeth, as he halts at the edge of the sea. Out of frustration, he strikes a single hoof out at the frothing surf. "It seems to me that Reqiuem has picked a poor lead mare. A lead mare that goes to another's shores, makes demands and then resorts to name calling," he spits as his glacial eyes narrow. He would not stand for the lack of respect she shows him.

"Farðu nú frá ströndinni minni," he growls as he waits impatiently for her to swim back to the Cove.

Translation:
Farðu nú frá ströndinni minni: now leave my beach