Oft in the woods is a listener nigh
The spotted stallion does what he had not yet done and should have, if at least only once: attend a meeting of the brotherhood. Roe feels rather guilty about this, but manages to reason to himself that late is better than never. Making his way to the ruins in answer to Hurricane's call, he listens to the words whilst taking in the trio before him with his emerald gaze. He didn't know either of these stallions, or the mare; but since they didn't know him either it doesn't really matter. One The two stallions before him were apparently going to replace the long-missing Errant, his kin. Yronwood recognizes the sense in that. The Tundra could not go without leadership. He just hopes that wherever Errant has vanished to, he's safe and unharmed.
Well, he definitely doesn't have a mare to partner with, but if and when he ever does, he will indeed heed Tarnished's words and introduce her to Dominion. The young stallion bows his reddish head low to the duo of newly-crowned rulers, recognizing them as his monarchs. Feeling caught up in the earnest words of Hurricane and Tarnished, he speaks. "My name is Yronwood, son of Dorne. I haven't nearly been as active for the kingdom as I should have been, but I'm here now. Here to do whatever
I can do help the Tundra become great again, anything it needs of me. " His eyes flicker in the direct of the ice wall, as he wonders if there is any luck awaiting him out there in the recruitment business, then back to the three horses before him.
Yronwood
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