As the sound of frolicking and tiny voices reached his ears, Gaucho's head rose. His patrol had ended, but his responsibilities never would. With Sohalia busy with the academy, he had been left not only in charge of the military decisions of the Throat, but its political ones as well. Those he found the most taxing. Gaucho would rather fly the entire border of the Throat twice over, than to have to deal with the questions of his herd, and the welcoming of new members. It was not because he didn't think they deserved his time, but simply because ... well, that was Sohalia's job. That he had to do it weighed heavily on his mind. It was not like her to shirk her duties in this way, and although he knew that the Academy was important to her, the Throat had to come first.

Wanting sleep, but instead forcing his body to stand, Gaucho rose from the sands. Shaking his entire body to rid the remaining granules from his coat, the Wildfire made his way towards the sound of voices.

The dark patches around his eyes appeared even darker than normal, and the flames that lingered on his wings were not as bright or high as normal. Still, the Wildfire was a sight to behold. From the primitive markings that adorned his chiseled figure, to the serpent that proudly wrapped herself around his glowing antlers, Gaucho was anything but weak, even in his fatigued state. His dark ears flickered forward at the sight of Buce with two youngsters, wondering what to make of the scene. His new crafter, escorting two younglings that did not belong to his herd was perplexing. Was this meant to be child labour? Had be brought the two here to help him push rocks and whatnot?

Trotting forward, the Wildfire halted once he was a few strides away from the odd trio tossing his head. "Buce." He greeted solemnly, his voice rough and leathery sounding. He let his gaze obviously slip towards the two children, eyes narrowing. They were both young, near the age of his own two sons, but what purpose did they have here?

"Why here." He asked pointedly, looking back to Buce now. Part of him was irritated by the amount of children that had washed up on his borders, for they all seemed rather useless. He hoped that the crafter wouldn't disappoint him, in so far as he needlessly burndened the Throat with the care of two children.