~ where innocences burn in flames.
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Maybe the forest - I do rather like trees. A chuckle rumbles from his throat at her words, it does appear that she enjoys the trees. They seem to provide not only an abundance of shade in the sweltering summer months and protection from blustery winds, but also can serve as a convenient scratching post. Hardly has he witnessed one who freely groans and moans within a public place as they scratch themselves against the rough bark of a tree. "Ah, it seems that you and the forest are well acquainted," his ears flick atop his crown as she continues and as she draws her words out he nods.
The sea is unforgiving and not to be trifled with. He has made the swim to the Isles more times than he would of liked, each time was just as challenging as the time before it.
A moment passes between them as he lets his eyes settle on hers, it only a moment before she speaks again and as her nickname falls between them. A laugh bubbles onto his lips. "Scratchy huh?" as his laughter ends, he lifts his head a bit higher on his muscular neck. "You have an honorable name, Sighurd," he nods as the name falls off his lips with ease. "I am Björn Dögunson.
He pauses to let his name settle over her before he continues. "I am the Bera Konung of the Ridge, a land that that is full of many jungle trees, brilliant colored birds, and cascading waterfalls," he says with a proud lift of his crown.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge