The Sun God came, born out of the fire created by Gaucho but gifted to him by the fiery deity. The circularity of the cause of his arrival made Gaucho feel small and fully encompassed by awe and reverence. He would follow the Sun God to the end of the earth should he ask - there would never be a task too difficult, immoral, or impossible. Not if given to him by the Sun God. Gaucho would follow him faithfully forever.

Not one to waste time on pleasantries (not that conversation was something Gaucho was particularly good at), the dun simply bobbed his head in acknowledgement of the God's words, before getting right down to it:

"Gaucho need magic." He began simply, his stormy gaze fixed solely upon the enigmatic gaze of his Idol. In his antlers, Mara twisted, mentally reprimanding her bonded for being an idiot. "That not mean magic Gaucho has is not enough -" He clarified, fumbling for the words to rectify any implication that the magic the Sun had bestowed on him already was somehow insufficient. "- this magic for Throat. Throat has been attacked before - by basin yewwneekorns. Those without wings sneak in - like Mawwjaaa." The Dun's teeth clamped together as he recalled how close the Throat had come to allowing Mauja into their ranks (or had they?). He remembered the ambush, and how he and Midas had been drawn away under false pretences, unable to defend the Throat. They had survived that Invasion, but only because the Basin had been greedy and tried to attack two lands at once. Had they put all of their force at the Throat, they might well have crumbled. But it wasn't only that. Before, under Kri's reign and even prior, the Throat had been primarily a herd of winged creatures. Others could join, but the might of the Throat persisted through the aerial advantage that each member possessed. Now, patrols were laborious and tedious given that the pegasi had to wait for their ground-bound partners. Gaucho was not racist, but if the Throat was to regain its strength he needed to be sensitive to the types of advantages that the different species could bring to the table. Not only that, there was Sohalia's academy to consider. By training those from other herds, the Throat needed to ensure their safety while attending the school. Given the darkness that was once again creeping into Helovia, the WildFire needed to ensure the protection of those within his borders. There was only so much he could do again incorporeal threats, but physical threats? Well. There was much he could do about that.

All of this was displayed prominently in the WildFire's mind as he humbly looked to the God. "Gaucho need magic to make Throat an island."

With a proud grin, the WildFire looked to the God for approval. "Gaucho want magic to destroy land-bridge."