Cold body pressed against him, Pagan still held his nose to her, and embraced her in a welcome he had been wanting to give her before she had even come to the island. Though the circumstance were not what he would have wanted, he could not deny his pleasure at finally seeing her walk his shores. Around him he would let the weather cry on, the waters rage over their lost victim. Though he had not been the one to save her, or pull her out of the current, he was even more pleased that she had been able to make it on her own. Clearly his thought that she had a hidden fire and strength within her had been proven correct. Unknown to the blind mare, the man smiled to himself, locking the memory of this day into his mind should she ever try to point out her weaknesses to him again. She had made it across the waters he would have stopped any and all others from crossing. A low chuckle reverberated from his chest, still pressed against her for warmth as they moved. “You may regret that when the winter comes to hit here.” He said softly, seemingly unable to let his nose roam too far away from her. Though his words could have been taken poorly, his voice was still light and happy within his deep tones. It was obvious he was thrilled to see the mare, and more than excited to have her with him once again. At first he wanted to venture around, take her to all the amazing places the Inlet had to offer. But the chill pressed against his side reminded him there were more pressing matters at hand. Carefully the vanner led her to the fields the herd had been occupying for the majority of the fall. It was still fairly open and exposed, but the grass was longer and greener here still than the majority of the territory. It was sheltered enough by mountains that the wind merely blew instead of howled. It allowed the residents of the Inlet to feast themselves and grow their winter coats the best they could before they needed to start looking more for warmth instead of fattening food. They moved into the still green grass and he lowered his head, lipping at the blades to let her know they had arrived, and she could eat. All the while his dark eyes floated over her body, wondering if it would grow the shaggy hair she would need in the coming months. “Welcome to the Inlet, Amica.”