I Lady Kiya I
Brynjarr had been away from home for some time but this had not fully been choice and more of a curiosity. He'd wandered away from his post one day and figured he would be fine if it was just for a bit. The error in this judgement came from a particularity heavy snow fall that buried his snow prints and also smothered any familiar land mark making his trek home almost impossible. He'd gotten lost and stayed lost for some time.
Brynjarr had ventured out of the snowy terrain for a little while where he found it a little easier to survive on his own. He had tried to forget his home for a little while but could not. After all, it was where he'd come from. The icy terrain was where he belonged.
So for many moons Brynjarr traveled these icy territories and gotten lost again and again and again.
That was until a familiar smell caught his nostrils. Some how, he'd set paw in his old territory. Luck had favored him and here he was.
