Guess who's back! Back Again! (Mountain, Any)

[Errant]

when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth Errant is always pleased when former members return, and this bright-winged stranger is no exception. Errant does not know him, but there is no doubt that the man has lived here before; he is too familiar with the place not to have. The black stallion leaves his grazing to approach the newcomer, nodding his black head in greeting and offering the other man a friendly smile. “Hello there,” he says, his voice warm to match his bright grey eyes. It is rare these days that he can be so relaxed; most days he feels as though he walks on needles, waiting for the pin to drop, the ball to roll, what have you. “My name is Errant.” He pauses just long enough for the other horse to respond with his own name if he wishes, and continues. “Welcome to the Tundra, or should I say welcome back?” He tilts his head, shifts his weight to his unscarred right side, and waits for a reply. e r r a n t no grave can hold my body down i'll crawl home to her