"With my speechless calm eyes."
Unlike her surprise about him being there, it was quite normal for the graying male to lurk around the border. During the time he had been blind he had used the thick ice wall, that covered the whole southern border, to shield himself from harsh weather. So it was only natural for Brynmor to still be at the place he knew best. On top of that it was probably the best way to keep an eye on strangers that walked into the kingdom without notice or invitation.
She, however, did patiently wait for someone to come to her. And that was something the blue eyed male appreciated. Borders weren’t there for nothing and although the Tundra needed more warriors to join the brotherhood, he liked to see the borders being respected. That she waited automatically gave her an advantage.
Brynmor watches her silently as she speaks. She is obviously bothered by the cold, but that isn’t something that surprises the formerly blind stallion. All those who didn’t live in the Tundra wouldn’t be prepared for the icy temperatures during the autumn. ”And what kind of new start do you think to find in the Tundra?” he asks after a short pause. After all, they were a man’s kingdom, a bunch of testosterone living together, with a few mares to accompany them. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t welcome, but it was kind of rare for females to come to their border and express their wish to join them.
Seeing how she starts shifting, moving to warm her body a little, he offers her a small smile. ”Shall we go for a walk? We can talk on while doing so?” he offers. He would be able to show her a little around and at the same time she would be able to get the numbness out of her body.
"Nothing is coming to rise."