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[Yronwood]

His spotted skin suddenly feels itchy, and then the fur covering it abruptly thickens to provide the extra warmth he had silently been yearning for.  Roe stares down at his own body with confusion, wondering how that had just happened, and blinking his eyes even more in sudden weariness.  The quiet voice upon the chill air snaps the boy out of his amazed stupor, and he lifts his gaze back up to see a black stallion standing in the snow, as coated in the white stuff as he was himself.  The spotted chestnut dips his head in a return greeting.  Was this stallion the cause of his brand-new winter coat?  "Oh, hello!  Do I have you to thank for no longer being on the verge of freezing to death?  If so, thank you indeed.  I probably could have picked out a better time of year to come here, but oh well.  I'm Yronwood, from the Jungle, and I've got the notion in my head that I should come and see how I fit in with the male kin my mother told me that I had here.  Her name is Dorne, by the way.  ", he remembers to toss out at the end, in case the gray-eyed stallion had known her.  He seemed a very decent fellow, though if he'd been able to read Yronwood's mind and affect another horse's body, he was also a very powerful fellow, and he is glad that he had been polite to the Tundra resident.  He didn't think that spending the rest of his life as a frog would be very much fun, after all.