Horizon Ridge i do like to be beside the seaside

Björn’s approach could have less threatening …if the Viking had been a different kind of man. Other wardens would not have garnered a nagging of suspicion at the lack of verbal communication of the other’s presence so near to their borders, and if they did they would not have let it affect what could have been peaceable. Peace meant nothing to Björn. Peace had not saved a pack of benevolent and monk-like wolves from the Cove’s raid, nor the tearing of their teeth as they had slain some of them, taking the other, more fortunate (or unfortunate depending upon how you look at it) as slaves. Peace held no purpose but deception for Björn who did not believe in such child’s fantasy things. The girl of the Creek lowered herself and Björn accepted the display of submission with a more neutral pose after his dominance had been equally acknowledged by her. The first words to spill from the maiden’s lips were an apology. “It is only rude if you’re planning on raiding us, mær,” A slow smirk tugged at the edges of his lips, giving the impression that he found something amusing, though in truth Björn smirked when he was angry, too. It was his way of hiding what was in his eyes from displaying obviously upon his face. He was not mad at her, and he doubted she had come to raid. Being an experienced raider himself Björn knew it was not something one did on their own unless they had a death wish.

Björn squinted at her briefly before assessing that her words were true. “Does your Dróttning not know there are packs to the south of her? We are Horizon Ridge and our nearest neighbors to the South of us are the Blacktail Deer Plateau,” Björn informed her, though he had never been to the Plateau or spoken with any of theirs yet. Horizon Ridge had more important things on their plate at the moment. Rebuilding their pack from the ashes of destruction with the help of Odin (for Björn knew the King God would help). When Bazi, the maiden had introduced herself to him as, spoke of a path, his eyes followed the stone trail until he could see no further past the wall of earth and trees. A more civilized creature would have thanked her for it, but Björn rarely used false pleasantries. “I will inform them of your generosity,” He settled for, not wanting to ignore it, regardless, though he doubted they would be going anywhere, any time soon. Most of them were gravely injured and those that were not were put to work helping Pump, caring and hunting for those who could not do it for themselves.

Ravaged and scarred left ear, at her speaking of taking a cleansing bath in the salt water, swiveled to the side, welcoming the gentle roar of the ocean as it roared upon the shore, greedy in it’s reaching grasp, though the full of Björn’s attention did not stray from Bazi. She began with ‘could I’ but then changed her sentence half way through, and for a few moments the Viking was silent contemplating what she asked of him. He could have sent her on her way to Sealion Shore, whose waters she could have bathed in without having to endure an escort, but she was of the same pack as his son, Sveinn; and as far as Björn could see it would not hurt to escort her to the waters. It was not as if he would let her roam about without his watchful gaze, reminiscent of Odinn’s upon her. Perhaps, even, she would remember the generosity of Horizon Ridge for they were not in any sort of stable position to make enemies. “There are no neutral trails, we are the end.” It was partially true unless she wanted to go all the way around the ridge to come out on the other side of the shoreline on the other side of their territory. Half of their land was cut off from them, impassible and uninhabitable. “The landslide has made beyond impassible and even so uninhabitable.” He informed her, and gestured with his muzzle. “Come maiden, I will escort you to the waters for your salt bath.” Björn told her, waiting for her to cross into the borders, passage granted by his permission.