Björn stands idly on the shores of the Ridge, his home. A home and family he has vowed to protect against all who would bring them harm. His glacial eyes are narrowed on the hissing, crashing surf.

He has positioned himself here, strategically to insure no one can enter the Ridge without him spying them first. He knows the War has started, but he has chosen to remain here on the Ridge. Here, he could keep them all safe. But War has a sneaky way of involving those who don't want to be involved. His ears rotate forward as a motion in the waves catches his attention. Immediately he sets his hooves into motion, with a ground-devouring trot he moves from his vantage point to meet the intruder.

He slows as he notices the familiar face of Kalona, the panic in the boys face sets his heart wildly thundering in his chest. "Kalona. What is it?" he asks, as he slows to halt near the boy. He knew that War would eventually find him.