~ where innocences burn in flames.
Fresh water. Her words are simple, but he knows that they both would need to drink and replenish their strength. He nods with a knowing smile on his lips, as he turns then to focus his attention on the colt at her side. He fumes and seethes beneath his skin, and shows it with a stomp of hoof. His ears flick atop his head as the colt then tells him to leave them alone, he bites his tongue at the colts brashness. But inwardly his skin crawls, he understands the colt is upset but never has he been treated in such a manner by a child.
"I will show you both to water and a clearing where you can fill your bellies," he nods and ignores the colts words. But as the colt begins to inform him that his father will win them back, he can not help the smirk that crawls across his lips. "Really? I look forward to our battle," he snorts as he returns his attention to Wren.
"Right this way," he nods towards Wren, and pivots away from the pair as he heads into the thick jungle. The air around them grows still, but is not quiet. The incessant noise of the brilliantly colored macaws and the howls of the monkeys as they jump from vine to vine. A smile traces his lips, as pride swells in his chest. He is apart of this land as much as it is apart of him. He strolls deeper in the jungle, the trail winds through the thick jungle foliage.
He slows every few minutes to insure that they can keep up; he understands that the swim is treacherous and tiring. As they twist around a corner once more, the trail opens into a quaint clearing. A babbling brook spills over the mossy rocks, and creates a soft trickle in the meadow. "The water is fresh," he nods towards the brook. "And the grass grows abundantly most of the year," he offers with a smile on his lips.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge