He kept quiet about the absent form of his father. He thought he had seen Bjorn in the distance, but when he went that way to see him he could not be found. Instead, it was a young filly chatting with a squirrel. Another may think she was cute, or even laugh at her child's play, but not him. Askold was set to find his father and talk to him about things that were bothering him. He also wanted to know if he could stay here and help his father protect the borders.

No matter how much his mother disapproved, he wanted his sire to be proud of him. He needed Bjorn's strong guidance. Askold also wanted to learn more of his heritage. He already knew Warsaw's stories, but he needed to hear the stories of Dogun that Bjorn was so proud of. Father fought for the Inlet because of his own father and he would do the same.

The young chestnut steps quietly closer to the young filly. His steps were careful and silent like a predator's. "Have you seen Bjorn?" He asks this once he was a couple steps away from the red girl. Askold didn't have the friendliest of postures, but he had no intentions of harming the child who could quite possibly be a half sister.