great clouds rolling over the hills
and if you close your eyes, does it almost feel
There are limited ways in and out of the Tundra…at least for those who are stuck to the land and the movement their own four legs allow. One of their borders is the ocean, and even if you wanted to brave swimming amongst the whales and the sharks, the cold of the arctic ocean would kill you. The other borders…well, he was responsible for those. He’d drawn the majestic ice walls from the earth twice now; the first before the war with the Valley, but that wall had melted when the heat came. But he was loathe to leave his Kingdom unprotected, so when the ground was well and truly frozen, Brennen had drawn it forth again, towering of his head. Impossible to leap, nearly impossible to break; you had to use the entrances he’d left open (unless you could fly, or teleport).
It made their jobs so much more efficient. Brennen could guard their skies, and the ground-bound brothers could guard the few passages through the wall.
He’s tempted to leave them be – with Errant alongside Kratos, he’s confident the situation is handled. But a part of him is pettier than that – he wants Mountain to know that all of the brothers have united against him, not a mere few. So he drifts to the ground with a careless ease, walking the last few steps to close the distance between himself and his Brothers, his regularly friendly gaze hard. He is quiet – Errant and Kratos had said all that needs to be said.
Brennen is just another face. Another warrior, if need be, but surely Mountain won’t really make them kill him. And if he does, the spotted boy seems eager enough to take care of it.