Too many times in too few days, too much strain, too much sun shining on his back even though the nights bore the crispness of autumn; had some calamity happened outside of Helovia's borders, to force so many to wash into their land so suddenly? The influx had him on his toes, walking back and forth between his home and the Threshold all day, afraid a unicorn would slip past the Edge's net and take up residence elsewhere. Being the King, it was his duty, his responsibility, to frequent the Threshold in search for new blood - if his herd chose to help him or not was up to them, and even so, it was hard to beat him to one of the horned ones since he practically lived here these days. Even so, it annoyed him, because he much preferred the night's coolness of the Edge. Sighing, he shook his head again, pacing through the trees. What would he find today? Every few steps he swung his head to look around, drew air deep in through his nostrils and sampling it, looking for foreign scents. And when he found one, he'd set out, check it out, evaluate - discard, or investigate?

He had zoned in on one such scent now, sunlight dappling his already spotted body and darkening the white with grimy sweat. Snorting, he caught the whiff of Pegasus and set off at a trot, not wanting to lose his prey to one of them. And as such, Mauja slid around a bush and found himself facing a mare of similar build, and another mare he wished he'd never see again. Before he could stop himself, his ears fell back in annoyance - but he was, after all, entitled to it. Green bitch had tried to ambush him and drag him off to the Throat once. He gave her one long look of dislike before turning his full attention to the black mare, showing the more mainstream traits of their bloodlines - interestingly enough, she was broken up with stripes of white, creating an intricate, mesmerizing pattern across her body. Mauja nodded his head in greeting, sunlight sparkling in the frost crystals upon his horn. "Welcome to Helovia. I am Mauja," he introduced himself, darting another glance in the green monster's way. They'd certainly poured salt in his wounds when they'd taken his daughter, but fortunately for them, Kri had enough brains to hand Snö back unharmed. Still, it didn't sit right with the FrostHeart. He schooled his face into icy stillness; warmth entered his eyes only when he looked at the black mare, warmth she was entitled to simply because she was kin. "If you happen to seek a home, sister, my herd would be more than glad to shelter you."

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