"With my speechless calm eyes."
The Tundra was an excellent place to life for those who didn’t mind the snow. The winter lasted long and during most of the year the green field were covered with a sparkling white blanket. The spring, summer and autumn were cut short, as the winter left late in the season and came back early. Brynmor didn’t mind the cold anymore, he had grown used to it and his coat had adapted. His gray coat was fuzzy, keeping himself warm and dry, even when the temperatures would drop and the snow would continue falling for days.
Her lands were quite big and although their numbers had grown since Offspring had taken over the reign, there didn’t live that many horses in the Tundra. There were a few mares and children – mostly Offspring and Isle’s kids, and he had a son of his own – and some stallions that hadn’t faced the caves yet to earn their scars. But there were too little of them to crowd the Tundra’s territory. And Brynmor would gladly welcome anybody who loved the place just as much as he did.
To Brynmor the Tundra was home, here was where his family lived. He had earned his scars – a big black wolf claw on his right chest/shoulder – and he had been able to throw off most of his dark past. He had grown in his role of councelor and he had even started to gain ranks in the war caste. He would do anything for the Tundra to thrive. She had accepted him even though he had been blind, and he would repay her in any way he could.
He watched her silently as she dipped her head to lessen her thirst. He didn’t like it when strangers would just cross their borders like that, especially since the big ice wall wasn’t hard to miss. But neither did the gray male want to scare her away. His blue eyes took her dark form in as he approaches, offering her a small smile and a dip of the head. ”Goodday” he greets her, pausing a moment to give her a moment to greet him back or take in his presence. ”Welcome to the Tundra. I’m Brynmor.” His voice is never unkind, but it is in his nature to be direct. His ears are tipped forward and there is a small smile playing with the corners of his lips.
"Nothing is coming to rise."
OOC: Sorry for the roughness. Had to hurriedly write this in the train ^^