Visiting Nerine and leaving the climate that he had been brought up in on the icicle isle felt quite unusual, his thick hide and fur quite obviously not very well equipped for the warmer weather.
He had also grown quite a lot in size since he had first arrived on the frozen island, he had gotten significantly taller, his hide was now thicker and his tusks longer and larger than ever, which posed as a blessing on the frozen island, allowing him to break ice and uncover grass under thick snow.
It also however created quite the nuisance away from the island, making it a lot harder to navigate hilly terrain or densely forested areas, often causing him to get stuck or have to barge his way through forests.
The young stallion knows quite well that visiting unannounced could be considered as rude, and so he emits a low growl that sounds as if similar to an elephant, but not quite there.
Though as he stands he decides to explore the coast, just circling the border and having a look before he properly arrives.
While visiting Nerine he tries to stick to more open areas, now exploring the coast, observing the tremendous cliffs and crags slowly carved by the ocean, creating impressive shapes and caves that also cast weird and wonderful shadows onto the sand.
The hum of the ocean and waves crashing into the rocky surfaces create a spectacular orchestra of noise, from the low tones of the autumn breeze whizzing around the outcrops of rock, leaving signature orange and yellow leaves behind, to the thunder-like crash of waves as they carve their way into the rock.
The sight is wonderful and he spends no time waiting to explore, excited to take all the sights in while he waits for someone to arrive on the border.
