He stands lazily within the shadows of a the forest, the dull roar of the Falls reaches his twitching ears. The rough bark of the trees presses into his ribs, he pushes himself from the tree and shifts his position. As he stands idle beneath the branches of the leafy tree, his thoughts take him away. So much has happened since his return to the Isles. He can barely keep track of it all in his mind.
He does not linger on the past any longer, when the familiar high pitched voice of a colt rings through out the forest. He jerks his head up and twists it to find his son leaping and galloping headlong toward him. A smile traces his lips as his eyes focus on the colt.
Then the colt begins to scream as loud as he can, and his smile widens. It seems that he has not forgotten who he is. Björn pushes himself from the shade and meets the colt, his ears flick atop his head as watches the colt as pride flashes across his blue eyes. "How have you been my Sauron?" he asks as he playfully bumps his sons shoulder.
As Shaydowfax comes closer he lifts his thick head, and nods as she slows to a halt. His name on her lips. "How are you?" he asks, curiosity fills his glacial blue eyes. He has not spoken to her in some time, and is curious to know how she is doing.
"You both look happy, it seems the Cove is treating you well," his glacial eyes slide over the both of them to insure that he is correct in his assumption.