04-03-2015, 08:20 PM
As the Tundra had re-frozen, the Jungle had slowly warmed back up to its typical hot and humid clime. If you asked Brennen, he’d tell you it was a shame. The world could always use more Tundras, and possibly fewer miserably hot places. Of course he wouldn’t be serious – the Desert was lovely it its heat, after all, and if he wasn’t a stallion already quite attached to the ice-bound of Bachelors perhaps he might also have found beauty in the Jungle.
Now he doesn’t have much of a choice but to tolerate the Jungle, whether he is a fan of it or not; he had formed a union with one of the sisters and they had a son of whom Brennen was quite fond and since duty had drawn her home to the Jungle, if he wanted to see Malyk it was to the Jungle he would go. Out of politeness if nothing else, he lands some ways from where he believes the border to be and meanders in, though not far enough to be considered totally obnoxious. No reason to piss anyone off – though of course since he’s heard Scorch is Queen of the Jungle now, his mere existence might do that.
He calls his son’s name quietly, knowing that many will hear him. Hopefully, most of them will mind their own business.
Now he doesn’t have much of a choice but to tolerate the Jungle, whether he is a fan of it or not; he had formed a union with one of the sisters and they had a son of whom Brennen was quite fond and since duty had drawn her home to the Jungle, if he wanted to see Malyk it was to the Jungle he would go. Out of politeness if nothing else, he lands some ways from where he believes the border to be and meanders in, though not far enough to be considered totally obnoxious. No reason to piss anyone off – though of course since he’s heard Scorch is Queen of the Jungle now, his mere existence might do that.
He calls his son’s name quietly, knowing that many will hear him. Hopefully, most of them will mind their own business.