winter wonderland
His eyes followed the approaching mare closely, his ears pivoting to listen to the quickly approaching question, the stallion stood silently for a moment before opening his muzzle to speak "I am Ruinam, I have come to ask if I may join these lands" his tone is quiet but firmly placed, his blood red eyes observing the mare, paying attention to her coat.
Ruinam's expression stays hushed, his reclusive personality portraying silence and peace, he is not fond of being extremely social; not adept to speech with other equines, bit he hopes to change this.
The air is thick and rather cold, the snow beneath him wrapping around his dark hooves, turning to sludge soon after once his body heat had reached it.
His body shivered slightly as he waited for a reply, steam rising from his soft, skin-pink nostrils as they stood silently, the breeze dying down to a slow flow of cold air, the trees shielding them from it as they stood hushed.
