Brynakha

Angry black clouds covered the sun and cast menacing shadows on the snow-covered landscape. It was barely noon, but the sky was darkening alarmingly fast. Snow crunched under heavy paws as a trio of Tokotas and their riders made their way through the frosted highland. Wind tore through their pelts, chilling them to the bone. At the head of a group was a female with long, thick, wild fur. Her rider, Bryn, slowed her to a halt at the top of a hill and the pair looked out over the land, ignoring the arguments of the two other handlers behind them. The tokota tossed her head, flicking her bangs out of her face so that she could look over her shou