Slowing, the giant blinked his eyes, turning his head to observe the things around him. His brain stopped thinking for a light second when his eyes set upon something that rattled its cells. Confusion made his eyes narrow as he trotted towards the being. It was large, white, and had a tree growing out of it. Another being, of the like, had mentioned what she was called at the herd meeting; something with an "L" that Archibald could not place. As the warrior drew closer to the newcomer he widened his eyes to their normal setting, composing himself to present a strong and sturdy representative of the Windtossed Foothills herd.
"Hello, vagabond," Archibald greeted the white stallion, eyes focused hard on his eyes as not to draw attention to the black stallion's questioning mind concerning the daunting tree, "Have you faired well? Your body hosts the evidence of long travels. I offer you refuge, if you so accept." Archibald nodded curtly, shoulders square and tail resting carefully against his hind pillar-like legs. Loretta stayed silent, hard eyes watching the newcomer from her bonded's side, ears pricked forward to catch his foreign words if he chose to speak any. The malamute's caution was easily seen, her muscles tensed in a position ready to assume any command given by Archibald.