~ where innocences burn in flames.
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A smile tugs at his lips as she thanks him. In the
Norðurland names have meaning and much thought goes into the naming of their young. This he had learned from his father, who had told him multiple times of the importance of even his name. Björn, means bear and he wears his name with power and pride.
"You are welcome," he says aloud as she continues to speak. His ears rotate atop his crown as she mentions family and begins to nod. "My father believed in meaning behind a name, just as yours is strong and full of meaning," he always will remember the pride that flickered in his father's eyes when he would look upon him. He raises his head higher on his neck and his muscles ripple beneath his unkempt onyx mane as he stretches.
He takes notice of her dark eyes lighting up as he mentions his home and he can not help but feel pride well in his chest. His words have drawn curiosity from her and it excitements him to think that she may be interested in seeing his home. "It really is," he pauses a breath, "Would you like to see?" he asks with a tilt of his crown. He shifts his weight beneath his body as he waits for her answer.
He suspects it would be hard to turn down the opportunity to see a land teeming with brilliant birds and a whole jungle full of trees. As it seems that she enjoys the rough bark they provide when an itch is need of a scratch.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge