Listening carefully as each member asked what they wanted, a special character caught the black's golden eye. A warrior. Ricochet. Archibald had herd rumors of him while living in the Woodlands, as the warrior had done daunting things in his lifetime, it matching Archibald's minus one year. Archibald carefully watched Ricochet's movements, taking in the scars and evidence of his legend-title earning past. He had no doubt that Ricochet would want power in this herd, and with the look in the dunskin's eyes Archibald doubted he would think twice on how to get it. With twitching ears, Archibald looked around the rest of the herd.
Smoke was oh-so angry, her fire spitting for everyone to see. Archibald had a slight pity for her--as any creature would. The mare watched as her rank got stripped to a step below its glory, a leader that was not challenged taken down. Juxtaposed with his pity was understanding. Paladin did what he though best, if it had been Archibald in the black dun's position he would have demoted Smoke completely due to her pregnancy, but Paladin overlooked the growing foal inside of her. Archibald knew her growing foal was an act to save this herd, but it still did not over-write warrior tradition. Turning his golden eyes back to Paladin he listened. Calm by his side, Loretta took a more comfortable position and laid down, her chin resting upon her toes.
The black stayed quiet, eyes hard on Paladin, waiting for a verdict. His heart thumped with anticipation, however his outside remained calm and collected, a true demeanor of a warrior.