~ where innocences burn in flames.
A soft chuckle bubbles up from his chest at his son's excitement and a smile traces his pink lips. As Shaydowfax draws nearer she reaches her nose to briefly huff air at him. He takes notice of the sweet aroma of pine that clings to her coat and the lack of estrus around her. He raises a brow it seems that she has been quick to attract the attention of another stallion. For a moment his thoughts darken as he thinks of Warsaw covering her, but then he knows that she would not allow such a thing to occur... at-least he thinks she wouldn't.
His flick atop his crown as she begins to enlighten him about their current situation. "It seems though that you are doing well," he nods as his glacial eyes slide over her body. She does not look malnourished, and her ribs are filled out. "The Cove it seems will make you that much stronger," he muses aloud before Suauron draws his attention. And a smile plays at his lips as he listens to the colt.
"Well my Sauron, your dad actually grew up in a place alot like the Cove," he says with a playful bump. "Your ancestors are made of the cold and the ice, so I know you will grow strong there."
A movement draws his glacial eyes away from Sauron as an unfamiliar figure makes his way towards them. He does not approach with malice or ill intent, so Björn relaxes with a cock of his hind foot. His ears flick forward as the painted man explains his approach and a chuckle rumbles from his throat. "Ahh yes. It was my boy, we haven't seen each other in some time and we could say he was excited," he laughs as he bumps his son.
Gnome of Paradise. He dips his crown slightly. "I believe you are correct," he pauses with a breath on his lips. "I appreciate you for coming to check on my yelling child," he says with a chuckle; if there had been danger he would of been there to defend Shaydowfax and his son.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge