The curl of her voice is distinct in a world where there was rarely anymore than a rasp. Bronsonn knows it was not one of his blood but it could have been a resident of his new home for he was still just another face among the crags and gnarls of evergreens. Most of Loess is protected by the wall trees that but up against Taiga and Sylva but rarely as others wander so far as to find the sharp cove by the water.

Dark eyes look upward momentarily as a heavy hoof rises midair and hesitates. Bron wished for an early autumn to provide relief from the languishing summer. He is a heavy skinned beast that did not thrive well beneath a buckling sun but a weak 'hello' has bypassed the slow roll of waves and picked it's way through an annoying gaggle of seagulls. Both ears shoot forward in response before the feathered limb of the gunmetal and white beast slams to the shale of the coast.

She stands small and trembling with eyes far too wide and open. She was not one of his kin for they bore a coveted mark of the dragon or the wild spatter of Nayl's hide. Bron is not quite sure if he should approach nor how if he should. Litter interaction outside of his close family unit has made he rather incapable of holding a lengthy conversation. Salt air rises from the ocean and presses it's misty kiss to his sweaty neck. What harm could come from mingling with a sea drowned mare and her dangerously bright eyes?

"Hello...", an echo is his own baritone voice, eyes partial covered by the length of his brow as he works over some lose stone. They clatter down the small decline of where land met sea and he stares at her with a flat expression, unsure of what he should say next. The painted man flicks his tail against the sickly buzz of late summer insects to only have it catch in the barb of some wild berry bush. Bron pays it all little mind and tears it away to leave a wisp of his white tail floating like spider's silk.

"Are you lost or do you live here?" Like mentioned before, he was not the most cunning linguist. Bronsonn has inherited his father's dignified stance whilst remaining suspicious and drawn inward. There were little he trusted outside his own blood and it would take some time to coax him to a more civil interaction.