Shamelessly, he cuddles up to the warmth of Parvati’s body. He knows this land is her ancestral home, that she grew up on this snowy, frozen isle and is well adjusted. But he is not, and though Arneis is hopeful he will adjust it has been a miserable few weeks. “Freezing,” he agrees softly. But he doesn’t regret it - he would follow Parv and their daughter anywhere. No matter what, he wants to be with them. Even if it means being perpetually cold. “What about you?” he asks, nudging Devi gently. “And our little girl? Are you two staying warm?” Maybe, because it is in their blood this doesn’t bother them. But Arneis grew up somewhere much more temperate - like before they moved. He doesn’t really know what all goes into leading a territory (and Arneis is sure he doesn’t want to find out - better to leave that to Parvati) but she has been moving around a lot, guarding the borders and visiting others nearby. He is also pretty sure that he’s the last of the herd still around - there are others, strangers that he doesn’t really know, but Arneis is pretty sure they aren’t staying for Parv. “Is it safer here, being close to your father? Or do you think you will be challenged again?” Arneis worries for her - he knows she is wildly capable, but still, to face down a fully grown stallion is a daunting task, especially for a pregnant mare.