Broken Antler Fen the wind rises

The voice that sounded in the cave was not a voice that he would ever have imagined belonging to the girl he had seen enter. It gave Brom a moment of pause. His eyes narrowed curiously, slowing until he stood still in the center of the cave. His dark frame was a sharp silhouette against the flash of lightning that lit across the sky outside. The woman had asked a question, and he had taken a moment of silence before he drew his muzzle upward and regarded her with a cool stare. “Brom,” the gruff creature stated plainly.
 
“And who are you?” the dark man then asked of her. It was only fair that if he was to give her his own moniker, she should return the favor.
 
Once he was inside the hollow shelter, his eyes had started to adjust to the lack of light again. There was a disgusting familiarity about it. Brom had always hated the tunnels, but since his freedom had been granted to him… well, he did not know how well he would adjust to the outside world. All his life, he had known nothing but the dankness of the Spine. He had never truly believed that he would know more than it. Fate had a funny way of reforming beliefs.