Beowulf

e followed in foot, behind the dark stag. The white mare just behind himself. It made him feel like he was being ushered someplace. Or that he was following his demons, with the good trying to sway him back. It was an odd place to be, perhaps the heat had finally fried his brain to a mere nothingness. However that did not last too long, for the Doe moved swiftly ahead, almost as if she could not bare to be stuck with him. For some reason, the beast just got the wrong vibes from this mare. It wasn't like she had done anything in particular, it was simply the way she acted. Perhaps he'd make it a point and get to know her better. To find out a little something about her. Or maybe it was because he was so used to his kind. The hairy folk, that he just pictured everything wrong, because she was different. Torliek on the other hand had more hair than her, well on his chin anyway. Though he still did not have as much as himself. The thought simply pulled his stance more proud and a cocky grin spread across his lips. He was simply the most hairy and wore it with pride. Even from the lands he dwell from, he had been the one with the most hair, by a thread widths. Every strand upon his neck, back and legs, he kept in pristine condition. If just a single hair was out of place, The beast knew and he'd go a little crazy about it.
The air shifted, it may have just been the slightest of a change, but when you lived for the cold, you could smell its presence. And that's exactly what Beowulf did. he trotted forward slightly, his tail held high, as it almost flicked around with his inner happiness. The beast could sense the snow, ice and cold. A whisper on the wind, calling out his name, beckoning him to succumb to the icy tundra once more. He'd caught up to the white mare in no time; after all, she had come to a halt. But he kept moving, stopping just a little ways in front of her, when the icy wind blasted him in the face with an incredible force, almost like a welcoming gift. His smile spread wide and a laugh almost escaped the gentleman's lips. Mane in all its glory, was blown away from his orange orbs, revealing apart of the beast beneath. His face was gentle and showed friendship within. Eye's closed as the winds burned them with its great power. The boy was used to such harshness, barely even a wake in his path. The wind was just a reminder of his home turf. Seeing it, imprinted on the backs of his eye's, the smile still stuck and he took a step forwards, not even a care for the other two now, he was simply at home. Feeling the wind rush through his hair, sent a wave of content and calmness over him.
The wind would die down she says. He was not one to care if it stuck around, he was enjoying this all a little too much. They moved onward, a little slowly for his liking, though not everyone bore such resistance to the wind like him. His huge size and the hair that lined his pelt, actually helped him cut through the strong gust, making it easy for him to maneuver. He would have acted as a shield for the others, but they seemed too distant for him to offer such things already. Instead, he just enjoyed it while it lasted.
As they exited the tunnel, the wind died down, tremendously. he had thought it easy,though now he felt the burn on his skin, the aches in his muscles. Welcome home. Was all he could think. It wasn't that without a struggle in such harsh climates.
And it certainly was just that. Everything masked with that same vast whiteness, his orange orbs had grown accustomed too. "This... This is just, Spectacular!" The stag twirled round as the snow fell across his back, collecting in the hair along his dorsal stripe. He was glad to be back in the snow and out of the forests. In a way, they made him feel claustrophobic.
The stag played in the snow, kicking up a snow storm as he dug his face down into the frozen blanket. And Arah had told him to be careful, yet here he was having fun with the white fluffy stuff. "Come on, have a little fun, Miss.Serious face" He joked about in all his glee. His friend had been apart from him too long now, he was not going to be careful at all. He was simply basking in all its forgotten glory. Even going as far as kicking up a cloud towards Arah in hopes to cover her in the stuff, to try and get her to smile. The polite and kind fellow all but forgotten in the moment.
When the Doe spoke of the lake that never froze. He did just the opposite and froze. How was that even possible. Water always froze, no matter what the circumstances where. Beowulf gave the mare a glance of confusion. "How is that even possible?" The stag found him self a little overwhelmed. "So wait... there is not [i]always[i] snow on the ground? And the water does not freeze. There are hot springs too? I don't even... How is that even possible?" The poor guy was just so confused. He was a simple guy, give him too much at once and he was lost all too quickly.
He had been so caught up with all the snow and then what the mare had said, he hadn't even noticed the road they had traveled down, to get to the basin. The place he now stood before with the white doe at his side. He gasped a little in awe. It truly was something of a spectacular view. Glancing all around, taking in all the mountains. He knew at that moment he could deem this home for as long as he wished it to be. That was if they accepted him. "What a grand place you call home Arah. I am lucky to have stumbled upon you so fondly. Thank you for showing me the way" He dipped his head in a way that showed gratitude. His horns pointed down and away from her in the polite way his kind did so. Only point the weapon at your enemy.