This sensation within his chest was so odd - it tingled and transformed, seeming to full up each and every aspect of him. Magic.. His mind seemed to whisper, correctly identifying the feeling. Tossing his head again, he realized that there seemed to be something caught between the spines of the rack, although he could not see what. Later, when he would look into a clear stream, he would see that it was actually a dream catcher, with an abundance of beads and feathers bound to to the leather web. Even later, he would find out that the beads would glow, when his new magic was used. Already his neck felt a little sore, unused to this new weight that he must support. Mentally, he made a note to exercise some how, so that these new weapons would continue to be a blessing, rather than a burden.

Out of the corner of his steely blue gaze, he saw a blur of deep red streak by. Snorting, he abruptly turned into the direction Ayaka was heading, nostrils flaring. WOLF His mind shouted, as a snarl braced his lips. While wolves were revered for their spiritual prowess where he came from, he knew that many would try and attack horses if they felt they could get a quick meal out of it. Still Gaucho, was about 10 hands taller than the wolf, and could easily crush the beast with a well aimed kick from his massage hooves - Or from antlers, he pondered, again tossing his head as he pranced aggressively toward the approaching wolf.

As Ayaka lowered her tail and pinned her ears back respectfully, some of Gaucho's aggression seemed to fade away. Hello there. I am Ayaka, who are you? With a grunt, Gaucho inspected the creature carefully; his steely blue gaze washing over her. Everyone in Helovia was so conversational Was this really such a safe land, that creatures came and went, conversing with whomever they encountered? It was so different than from where he had come from. "I am Gaucho." He replied, his voice sounding deep and resonating, though unsure of the words. He knew his name well enough, but when it came to more complex sentences, he was at a loss. Gaucho was a fighter, skilled in battle and in death…he hadn't really had anyone invest too heavily in developing his skills as conversationalist, friend, or acquaintance in general. As his nostrils flared, taking in the wolf's scent, the bone moved within his nostrils, ticking the fine hairs there. With a sneeze, Gaucho noted that the creature didn't inherently smell like the Throat, his current home. But…he couldn't quite place her scent. He needed to do more investigating of Helovia, to know it's sights and smells. Tossing his newly-antlered head once again, he looked down at the wolf, head tilted inquisitively, as if expecting her to lead the conversation.

[Not at all! :3]