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Archibald was graced with two scents just after Loretta alerted him of their presence. Lifting a brow Archibald tilted his head and changed his direction to meet the two. One scent smelled faintly of the Foothills, but the other was completely foreign. Snorting the Chief finally set his eyes upon them. Nodding to no one except himself Archibald slowed to a walk. The Dauntless let out a bellowing neigh to announce his presence and authority.
He looked down at the filly, nothing except her scent telling him she was already a member of his herd. Next, he turned his gaze to the sun colored stallion. His body was scarred--a fighter, or just someone, like Tajheri, that ran their mouth irrationally? He could not tell. "Hello, you two." Archibald nodded curtly, face staying emotionless. His eyes, however, shone with his dominance and authority. "I am Archibald, equine Chief of the Foothills. Who might your friend be?" Archibald introduced himself then asked the filly, motioning with his muzzle to the Fjord.
