~ where innocences burn in flames.
It does not take long for her eyelashes to flutter while his words fill the empty space between them. An excited yelp draws his attention from the woman and his son who now bounds excitedly toward him. A smile tugs at his lips as Sauron closes the distance between them. Is she alright? His brow furrows momentarily with concern for the russet woman who lays at his hooves. "I think she will be alright, my boy," he breathes as he bumps his son fondly with muzzle. His glacial eyes slide to Solomon, as he makes his approach. This being only their second meeting, he still has yet to figure out the man. He admits the man is handy in a combat, as he fondly remembers their attack on Raider and a smirk tugs at his lips.
Then his gaze turns upon the boy. He wishes he could of been there more for the boy. But he had done his best with a war, his mother being captured by Warsaw, and a myriad of other dramatic events since his birth. He had insured that they did not spend longer then they had to in the Inlet by trading Tavas back for his mother's freedom. A sigh lingers on his lips, as he turns his attention to Solomon. He only nods briefly at the man before movement draws his attention back to her.
She heaves herself onto her legs, even though it had only been moments since she had collapsed with exhaustion. Concern grows in his chest and his brow remains furrowed as she insures that she is fine. "If you need to rest your legs and your eyes, we are more than willing to keep watch," he nods and turns to encourage his son to step forth. This is the way in which a King responds to those who are need, with empathy and an open hand.
"You have found yourself on a chain of Isles, this we fondly call the Falls," a smirk tugs at his lips as he jerks his head in the direction of the roaring falls behind them. "And you can see why."
"I am Björn Bera Konung and this is my boy Sauron Björnson," he introduces his boy with a nod of his crown. His glacial eyes flick to the boy as pride swells in his chest. He will grow up to be a strong and independant man, a warrior and a King. He returns his attention to her.
A frigid gust of wind breathes across his withers and arched neck it causes an involuntary shiver to run the length of his spine.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge