The arrival of winter on tinuvel was never a subtle thing. Witnessing the fickle moods of mother nature changing before his very eyes was something that never ceased to amaze Emhyr. He would never have a fondness for winter, though. A lifetime spent on Tinuvel had accustomed him to the harsher months, but it was during those long cold periods he often dreamed of warmer climes: of the sun on his back, the smell of wildflowers in his nose, and humid air pressing against his skin. His thick winter coat did a sufficient job of insulating him against the frosted zephyrs, but it was nothing compared to the warmth and light of a summer's day.

Thoughts of summer do little to keep him warm as he treks through the forest, intent on ensuring there are no stragglers caught in the snowstorm that batters the island. His teeth click against one another as he shivers, bracing himself against a particularly strong gust that has broken through the fortified pines. But at last the wind quiets and in those few moments of respite, above the faint whistling of the breeze, he thinks he hears a voice. It is but a soft murmur, a faint phantom voice that carries over the steady gales. Emhyr steels himself against the biting breeze and shuffles through the forest, skirting around thick trunks and over fallen logs in search of the mystery voice.

He finds the strange mare perched against a mighty conifer, her delicate head drooping between her forelegs. Her lithe frame trembles under the assault of the arctic air that swirls around them, a gentle breeze in comparison to the gales that howl beyond the treeline. Emhyr draws himself alongside her, reaching out to deliver a gentle nudge to the frosted plane of her shoulder in the hopes of rousing her.

"Wake up." He demands, though not unkindly, a soft insistence to his tone. "Last thing I need is a lady freezing to death in my forest." The words are meant as a lighthearted joke, but there is a subtle undercurrent of anxiety in his voice. She appears ill equipped to handle the storm that howls around them, and though the forest offers safety and shelter, it will do little to shield her from the biting cold.