“Belikov.” Wren said a bit sharply, but quietly, in reprimand of her son’s tone and words. Though the mother did not mind her son having an opinion, it worried her that it might put him in danger with this stranger. Her blue eyes quickly look to the stallion, her body shifting into a protective stance in front of the colt. Although Björn did not seem threatening, Wren’s instinct told her not to let her guard down just yet. He would have to earn her trust, as he would with any good mother.


At Björn’s offer, Wren let her gaze drift behind him, taking in the dense foliage and jagged rocks. It appeared so very different from the Bay and from the mainland, where she had been born. Again, that excitement returned, though she did her best to hide it. “Fresh water. Wren replied, her blue gaze focusing onto Björn’s once more. “And anything else essential.” Although she was trying to reign in her curiosity, Wren couldn’t help but offer a smile. Liland had promised to visit them, and to return them home. Why not enjoy a change of scenery until then? There was no sense in being upset with something she could not change.