Ailill was admittedly relieved when the mare decided to seek shelter behind the falls instead of remaining by a single bare tree. Though she may be better built for cold than he it was still likely she would get cold. He had heard the falls were not only a source of shelter during such a time, but also were a place of beauty.
Without a second thought he let her lead the way, figuring she might have been here long enough to know a preferred route. He blinked in surprise and smirked. In most circumstances, he would have considered her challenge a flirt, or a teasing question about his prowess. Grinning, he picked up his own hooves into a gentle trot to keep pace. The mare seemed to have ideas in her mind and he simply let them be. She had given the clues that she was new to the island and he was determined to welcome her better than the islands themselves. For the time being, he would be there for company and warmth. Never would the stallion put himself where he was not wanted, or bring a mare where she did not want to go, nor keep her there if she had wanted to leave. He knew of stallions on the islands that engaged in such practices, and it sickened him. Having been raised by his mother and sister in the Peak, he would have known what hells would rain down on a man if he had disrespected a mare. It would have made whatever onslaught nature had in store for them seem like a mild flurry.
As they drew closer to the falls themselves, Ailill slowed his pace, still letting the mare choose the way. With another glance over his shoulder, he saw the clouds roll over the island he called him. With a heavy sigh, he turned away. Lightening would be striking the Ridge and shaking the caves his herd would be taking shelter under. It would be a sight to see and a wonder to hear. He was not looking forward to the sound of the howling wind coupled with cold. And still, he shrugged to himself, honestly looking forward to the new experience.
His light blue eyes looked up at the frozen towers above them. Long tail lashed against his flanks as he picked through the ice and the snow, trying to find his own way so he would not crowd Vesna. It was still some time before the storms would hit Crossing and he took a moment to appreciate the shelter before they used it. He smiled in memories. My sister would have loved it here. She would have thought the storm some great adventure! Possibly a beast to be faced! He shook out his body and wondered vaguely where see would be now, and what she would have thought of the faces in the mountains of the Ridge. Shaking his head free of reminiscing, he smiled Vesna. I believe it would be warmer behind the falls, unless you know if an alcove. Please, lead the way my lady.