Isak isn't sure what he expected when he traveled this far north but it certainly wasn't her. Moments after pulling himself from the ocean, she is there. His ears perk as she calls to him and he thoughtfully pauses as she boisterously crowds his space. Isak isn't afraid of the little mare but finds himself backing up nonetheless, taken aback by her sudden boldness. Hello handsome! She yells and the pour grey stallion looks around himself confused. Surely this mare must be mistaken. When his dark eyes only find hers, he practically sputters his greeting. "H-h-hello." When she announces he's landed in the Inlet, Isak has not a clue what that means. "The...Inlet?" He says, his brows pulling together in confusion.

He averts his gaze from the yellow painted mare. Christ she was a lightbulb to a grey background. He scans the Inlet, noting that most of it is covered in thick snow and ice. His breath frosts as he tentatively extends his muzzle to her. Her whiskers tickle his nose and he immediately resists the urge to sneeze. Wouldn't that be embarrassing. "I was just wandering around I s'pose," he admits. He really had no idea where he was going, but this was not what he expected. He notices that the painted mare hasn't left his breathing space and he takes a small step away, intimidated by such a forward presence. "I am Isak," he says meekly.