Horizon Ridge i do like to be beside the seaside

I wasn't sure if you wanted to post once more or not, so feel free to archive it as it is or post once more. Thanks for the thread! <3

If she feared the things that made him she would find no respite from him, neither would he soothe her worries with meaningless and hollow words of assurance. He had no such words and even if he did Björn would never speak them. Whether she let her unease of him cloud her judgment of the Ridge in general was largely up to her, and while he had permitted her to bathe in the sea so near their territory, dangerously so, and had offered her a morsel of food before she began her journey back to the Creek as was expected of him as a defender of the borders it did not at all make him a kind or generous male. Horizon Ridge was nothing like him, admittedly, though he shared common aspects with Pump though he did not recognize these, yet. Nevertheless, the brutality of his culture and beliefs were the basis of his being and him alone. He was not the Ridge’s voice just as they were not his. At her offer, his thoughts flickered briefly to Sveinn, but once more, he chased them away. If Sveinn knew of his presence in the Teekon Wilds then there was no longer a reason to bear the moniker, but Björn was not so ready to be rid of it, yet. “No, there isn’t,” Was he merely prolonging what would, one day, be inevitable? Would he be forced to be face to face with his son once more, whom he had allowed to go out and earn his own way to Valhalla without living in his (Björn’s) shadow. It was a possibility.

“I will remember that,” Björn spoke, dipping his head as his way of thanking her without actually saying the words. He gave her a twitching grin as he stood like a watchful sentry once more, determined to watch her go until she disappeared into the horizon, even though he doubted her intentions were ill. Regardless, he was just going to see his job through.