The buttermilk boy slipped from the herd land near midday. Affairs between Paladin and Soleil had not yet been sorted amongst, but with a seeming delay in her arrival Ricochet took that as an opportunity to live there whilst he could.

Mostly he just needed to get away from all the mixed bodies polluting his vicinity.

Side by side the duo streaked across the plains, each testing the other's speed and endurance. Guns as always shot ahead like a monochromatic bullet, but eventually the long legs of Ricochet caught up to the collie and overwhelmed him. They laughed and they slowed to a walk, the dog barking his excitement at his feet as the pair played like youngsters.

Let the dog enjoy these moments, he wouldn't like where Ricochet was headed.
Upon his arrival that stranger had swept in an nearly trampled the border collie. Ricochet had not forgiven that and still intended to bring justice to that marauder. That and he was just itching for a fight - Soleil didn't seem to be an ideal target now that she'd sustained those burns.
He'd have to wait.
He hated waiting.

Thunder bellowed overhead and the dog startled a little, slinking closer to Ricochet as they moved into the forest of the Threshold, the last place they'd met the stranger. If all went poorly at least Ricochet could look for new blood. Equine blood. Maybe just maybe, he'd even find an ally in these woods?

His grin glittered through the trees.

The mare was soon spotted by the dog, a soft 'ruff' directing Ricochet's attention to her. He nodded in turn to Guns and then strode forward just as another peal of thunder tore the skies. The dog jumped against Ricochet's legs, earning a slap of his tail. "Don't be such a filly gun-dog, forest'll give us protection," he chided as they drew upon the pale lady. Her mane and tail were of a most unusual color, and around her neck was a strange device and on her back leg an even stranger one. Ricochet took the time to openly stare as such oddities before remembering his manners with a clear of his throat. "Ahem. Pardon me for staring, I've just never seen the likes of such devices, much less on such a pretty mare as yourself," he smiled apologetically to her. It was a lopsided, boyish thing on his face, and in a way it matched the tousled style of mane he wore.

"The name's Ricochet, Ricochet the Incendiary and this here pup is Guns. Welcome to Helovia missus."