Nyimara was slowly beginning to get more acquainted with the snow covered hills of the Inlet. While still Tinuvel would never had been her first choice of an island home, it was Bjorn's homelands and since coming here, she had seen him flourishing into the great bear king he was meant to be. Seeing him in all his regal might and glory, well it built up enough of a fire in her loins that she felt certain she could grow used to the cold. After all, it could not last year round could it? Even if it did, she could at least take a break from the chill on the main island.

Her thoughts linger upon this now as she wades through the blanketed hillside, pausing here and there to shovel through the frigid ice to nibble at the yellowing tundra beneath. At least there were no annoying flies to interrupt her grazing, the small bonuses were adding up the more she allowed herself to think upon them.

However a familiar scent in particular causes her to lift her head from the brittle gazing. A wicked grin slides across her lips as immeditely she finds herself prancing through the frosted woods until sights fall upon the palomino mare she had known once before. Tavas. Of course Bjorn is there. Not much occurs in the Inlet that he is not quick to address. A wolfish grin replaces the cheshire smile as sweetly she nickers her own greeting. Pale lashes blink slowly over this auburn eyes as she brings herself up alongside Bjorn, stretching her neck to allow ashen labrums to stroke the battle scared smokey blue hairs along Bjorn's spine in possessive hunger. Small ears fall backwards as she appraises the duo's stance. Tavas is on edge, the tension clear in the muscles that ripple beneath her thickening winter coat. Bjorn in contrast remains at ease despite the backwards turn of his ears as his words draw up a history she wishes to forget. Yes, Warsaw and the Lagoon had robbed them of precious time with Sigurdr but deep down, Nyimara cannot help but to blame Sio. If it had not been for the red spotted mare, Bjorn would have kept his allies content. The memory in its entirety a sore taste upon her lips that she longs to forget. However, Tinuvel offered them a second chance. Like hell would Nyimara see anyone cause that to fall.

"Tavas... so good to see you again. Here to stay are you?" she purrs, her voice sickly sweet in delivery as she blinks mildly at the fuming mare before her. Of course Nyimara was not about to let the mare leave without a proper greeting.