"With my speechless calm eyes."
There indeed seemed to be a reason behind her call. Brynmor didn’t mind it at all, she was a part of the Tundra after all. Even from a distance he could see that she looked somewhat distressed, like something was on her mind and kept her busy. As a councelor he wanted to be there for those who needed someone to talk to, or some advice. He might not be the brightest one out there, but he was generally concerned for all the habitants of the Tundra. Male or female, he enjoyed the company of both and he was honestly glad that there were females around that wanted to live in the Tundra to keep them company.
Her words only prove his thoughts right. He offers her a smile before stepping closer, reaching out to let his muzzle gently brush across her shoulder, before increasing the distance between them again. Brynmor wanted to tell her it was okay, that she could calm down and just tell him what was on her mind. ”Take your time, we’re not in a rush. But first, please tell me how you’re doing?” he asks her, genuinely concerned about that last encounter with the stranger of some other place. The hairless stud had walked into their home without invitation and in Brynmor’s eyes he had been a threat for G’ren and the Tundra.
His blue eyes seek hers, silently encouraging her to continue. The blue of his eyes might look cold and pale, but the gaze is warm and friendly. They also clearly show his surprise as he listens to her speaking. He pauses, staying silent for a moment, even after she’s finished speaking. He needs some time to let her words sink in. ”I cannot stop you from leaving. The Tundra isn’t a prism, just a home, and it is up to you to decide when you leave, when you come back and if you will come back.” His words a honest, he truly means what he says, but that doesn’t mean he’s happy with what she tells him. However, if that was what she needed in life, he couldn’t stop her.
”But I’d have to ask. There is nobody in the Tundra who’s good for you? We’d rather see our own offspring, yet we wouldn’t force you into anything. Or at least, that isn’t how Offspring rules these lands. But we wouldn’t cast you out if you decide to find this mate you search elsewhere. The Tundra is your home as well as it is mine, and in my opinion that doesn’t change.” As he falls silent he watches her, head tilting a little to the side and ears pricked forward in her direction. Brynmor wanted to make sure to catch everything she might say, just as every expression that might show on her features.
There was another thing that worried him tough. She had said that she never had a child of her own, but that surely went against her previously swollen stomach. What had happened to those children? A mother had every right to have her children to grow up at her side, and only the idea of G’ren being used as someone’s broodmare to take away the children angered him severely. Nobody had the right to use her like that and he thought that the Tundra had to protect all his habitants. Even the mares.
"Nothing is coming to rise."
OOC: Okay, I suddenly had Brynmor muse I guess. Sorry for going overboard like this _O-