I'm frozen to the bones, I am...
His tail snaps across his haunches as he warily eyes the woman before him. Anger seethes and boils beneath her skin, he can see it in the snap of her tail and the sour expression on her face. He watches her. Tension runs rigid along his shoulders and muscled crest, it twitches his smoky hide in anticipation. What would she do next? But shortly after the tension leaves her body and her ragged breathes become even as she noticeably relaxes. He dares to relax as well, but he does not drop his guard. She could easily unleash her wrath on him and this, he prepares for.
Ears swivel to attention as she begins to speak, her first word is foreign and he quietly wonders of her heritage. But his musing is brought short as she continues. This is how to greet intruder. At-least she is wise, but he is not an intruder so this she assumes.
"I am no intruder nor an enemy," he responds. "I have chosen to remain here on the shore and I have respected your border. That surely counts in my favor."
He eyes her as his words fill the space between them and he waits patiently. Finally, she offers her name to him. Ég er Valka. He nods his crown as her name is given in his native tongue. But their quiet exchange quickly manifests into distrust once more. His glacial eyes remain on her as she grows rigid and his body remains neutral. He has no interest in fighting the Bay Queen.
But I do not hear of Björn who lives on Tinuvel...Or from the Inlet?
He clears his throat to speak but before he can answer her, her suspicion grows until she hisses at him. He raises his head higher on his muscled neck and gazes at her. "I was born in the Inlet and now I return to take back what once was my fathers."
Icelandic Mutt // 11 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion
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