As am I. The words fill his heart with a thundering happiness, she is glad to be here. His glacial eyes settle on her chiseled cheekbones and the fine lines of her face.
"I am glad to hear that," he admits aloud. Björn focuses his attention on his son as he trots through the jungle on a wild search to find the blue macaw his father had told him to find. He pokes his nose in the thick foliage, beneath dark green ferns, and under hanging vines. A smile touches his pink lips as he watches the boy.
Her next questions draws his attention back to her and his glacial eyes focus on her. There are only the three here in the Ridge, each of them are so different, he muses. Sigurdr, is the oldest and the loudest," he chuckles fondly "And there is Askold and Elerona both of them I intend to spend more time with," With the War, he has found himself busy prepping for what is to come.
"Father!" Sigurdr bursts from the jungle, his hooves dance beneath his body. "I found a blue one!" he exclaims as he pivots to disappear into the jungle once more.
Björn yearns to learn more about her, but for now it seems best to entertain his boisterous son. He fondly lays his lips across her shoulder, her scent warm and sweet wafts into his flaring nostrils. I would love to learn more about you, spotted girl," he says fondly. As he turns to follow Sigurdr deeper into the jungle, he pauses just as he disappears into the underbrush.