Clip! Clop!
The rhythmic sound of hooves reverberated through the crisp, wintry air, punctuating the serene silence of the snow-blanketed landscape.
A towering figure, clad in a thick gambeson, brown pants, and sturdy metallic boots, guided his robust steed across the snow-covered terrain, his expression stoic and unwavering amidst the pungent scent of blood that thickened the air.
In his wake, a woman with cascading golden locks guided her horse closer to the leader.
Handing him a leather bag brimming with water, she offered a silent gesture of support. Gratefully accepting it, he took deep, thirst-quenching swallows before returning the bag and dismounting from his steed, Black.
