The funnels of sunburnt rock reminded the stallion of the cliffs which he was born. He glided through them now, looking forward to the day when his daughter would race alongside him. She was too little for it yet, her wings too fresh and not yet strong enough to lift her from the ground. But with the exercises she enthusiastically embraced, her strength would grow quickly, and she had told him her intentions of following him around on his patrols. He loved her dearly, and her mother, and despite the loss of his brother saddening him, he dutifully tore himself away from their comforting sides and patrolled the lands he was growing to love dearly. His great wingspan almost scraped the edges of the high walls of the great channels of stone, and he was reminded constantly of his homelands, the Cliffs. With ease he performed basic training moves a warrior should keep as a regular part of his regime, sometimes flying quite low to the ground, even allowing his hooves to gallop underneath him, sometimes climbing great heights, all within the confines of the rocky walls.

He constantly surveyed his surrounds, sometimes enhancing his own sense of smell to enable him to read the winds before his sights might spy another body. It was chance that as he exited the clutches of the rocky walls, a scent he found familiar tickled his nostrils, and caused a smile to wrinkle his handsome crown. Some time had passed between his first meeting with the youthful filly, and now he was to see her twice within a few days! He detected another scent, one that held some similar tones, perhaps a close relative? Allowing his sense of smell to return to its normal reach, he pumped his giant feathered appendages, and approached the large body of water, their saviour from the heat. On his approach, he loosed a long baritone of greeting, giving them sufficient warning of his approach. The waters were very inviting however, and instead of landing alongside them in the shallows, he continued flying over them, and with his strong legs plunging in first, created immense waves to run away from his diving form. Still with his wings outstretched, laughter rumbled in his chest as he splashed about him, relishing the cool water on his warmed hide.

"Ktulu!" He greeted the familiar one openly, happily. Though her companion was of different colouring, some similarities in their build suggested again what his nose had previously guessed, that they were related. Nearing them now, he pulled himself from the slightly deeper waters he had landed in, shaking the excess droplets from his obsidian hide. “Who is your friend?” He inquired curiously, looking at them both with kindness behind his eyes and a welcoming smile upon his lips. “I am Azzuen.” Nodding his cranium to both fillies, he introduced himself to the one he was yet to meet. “What brings you to the Throat?” Though he welcomed the idea that Ktulu was just here to visit him, or perhaps his daughter, he could sense a silent purpose to their arriving here today, which was why he voiced the question. “Still looking after my feather I see, Ktulu.” He winked playfully at her, eyeing the feather lodged in her mane with a fondness a brother might have for their smaller kid sister.