~ where innocences burn in flames.
He eyes the colt who lays at his hooves in pile. But the colts next words cause anger to boil beneath his smoky hide. The colt continues to speak of things he does not know, he has sympathy for the colt but would not tiptoe around in hopes not to anger anyone. Yes, he has experienced the same thing but he never recalled pouting like this colt at his hooves. It had made him stronger and more independent... this is the way of the world.
Just before he is about to speak a movement from the shadows draws his attention as Askold barrels through the foliage and down on Belikov. His intent is clear but Siobhan is quick to intercept him. He has not had much time to speak with his son, especially with war and all of the turmoil.
"Askold, my son, is this anyway to greet our guest?" he asks as she steps from Siobhan and Belikov. He strolls closer to his son.
"Let us go and chat," he pauses only momentarily to cast a glance over his shoulder toward Siobhan as he guides Askold away from further confrontation.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge