She wanders the Inlet like she owns the place. She takes the same posture she had been watching her recovering dam do as she carries herself with pride and ownership. She was young, but being much bolder now than she has been in the past. It was just a month or two ago that she cowered at the sight of the strange tall stallion Ironclad had brought home from the meadow. Turns out the stallion was her grandsire so everything chilled out for her. Since then she decided she would be braver. I mean Tinuvel was owned by her parents and she was their little princess. What bad could happen as long as she stayed here?

Brunhild pushes back some snow with her muzzle as she searches for food. Finally, she was successful and eats all the blades she could find underneath the thick coating of snow and ice. She has learned winters could be harsh in her home, but her family were experts and always there to help her when she needed it. All of them were there for her, mother, father, her siblings, and even Neon. She had never been real close with the roan mare, but mother seemed to like her company so she took her help when she could get it.

The filly moves on from the frozen meadow to the sea where she watches the waves roll up the pebbled beach. Even in the dead of winter the sea still flows. She was curious to how this was, but she did notice parts of the ocean were frozen solid, namely closer to the shore. Her dark tail flips behind her as her muzzle reaches out towards the sea and she squeals. She doesn't know why she does this, but she just felt the need to announce her presence to the world.