Arrow Lake diving into destruction

For @Xi'nuata

The mid afternoon was warmer yet than it had been since Björn’s arrival in the Teekon Wilds, and while the sun remained obscured by clouds that nearly covered the sky Björn did not, nor could he complain. After a long, frigid winter up north - though he never expected anything but the harshest - it was sort of nice to feel the warmth and promise of Spring dance across the tendrils of platinum silver fur that covered his body. This was not to claim that Björn liked these lands better than the North because he did not - it was too tropical for him, despite that it was anything but tropical. Nevertheless, someone had to spread the way of the Vikings, and if he had deigns of gathering followers and conquering a territory then he would have to put up with it and stay here. As it was, the grander, large scale plans were temporarily placed out of his current focus. He had stayed longer near Swiftcurrent Creek’s borders than he had initially planned too, half of him hoping for a brief glimpse of his son while the other half spurned the notion. His attachment to the boy not born of his loins was an odd one, borne of his desire to hold power over the Amazon Queen by flaunting his creation in the child of her loins, but had someone grown to become the true affection of a genuine father, instead.

He had never caught a glimpse of Sveinn but he had ascertained that his boy resided there, catching his scent quite frequently. That was enough and contented Björn aimed to move forward. There was much to do, and all of it needed a clear mind to do it. His journey back to Horizon Ridge was slow, he was sure he was not missed for he was not a critical and important part of the pack to be missed. Either that would change, or it wouldn’t - in which case Björn could continue forth with his plans without playing a part that he was reluctant to play. It did not feel right to act the meek, submissive good fella when it went against nearly ever fiber of his brutish and boarish nature. He could not be tamed, this was a simple truth. The pungent scent of dampened earth filled his nostrils as the sound of moving water caused his scarred and unscarred ear(s) to perk. Moving towards the bank the Viking paused at it’s edge, lowering his head exposing the strong curve of his spine as he lapped at the cool and refreshing water, ears alert for any sound of possible approach.