Gaucho listened, pleased that her words flowed to him in the language of his own people. She had stuttered and faltered when first learning his guttural tongue, and yet now the words raced from her tongue in easy and poetic strains. The Wildfire silently took in the words of the white dove, nodding gently as she spoke. It hadn't occurred to Gaucho that she wanted some permanent indicator of her time here - and yet it seemed that she was bitter that she hadn't made a physical lasting impression. Other than making the Throat into an Island, neither had he. And when he died, perhaps someone would replace the landbridge, and all would be as it was before he had arrived. Leadership hd never been about permanence for the Wildfire, it had always been about safety and family. In that regard, Sohalia would be as well remembered as any. And yet ... part of him could sense that there was still something more she sought.

As she looked away, he moved closer. The brilliance of his flames made her coat almost appear golden as he swept a burning wing over her flank gently lending his support as she appeared to collect her thoughts. As she continued, he nodded in agreement that diplomacy certainly was something that she had excelled at. Not wanting to spark confrontation between Sohalia and Ampere, Gaucho kept quiet about the thoughts that swirled in his mind - did Ampere like her position as Chancellor? Perhaps .. perhaps ... Shaking his head, he dismissed those thoughts for the time being. He could ruminate on them later, for now, he continued to listen silently.

Her reiteration of the importance of being able to protect only echoed his previous thoughts of what true leadership entailed. Safety and family. His darkened lips pulled back in a thin smile as he found himself nodding in agreement with everything that she said. Gaucho had never held back the warrior ranks from Sohalia for fear of her safety - he was not the type to try and protect his former-queen by keeping her away from danger. True, her pregnancies often prevented her from aiding the herd physically, but he knew that she was more than capable. Being much smaller than he, she was agile and swift. She had natural fluidity - a skill that had taken him years to learn, yet one that she demonstrated even when she wasn't trying to.

"If Soh want to fight, Gaucho can help. Warriors have magic that Soh never have before - magic to shout and scare foes, or to do this-" Raising a large black hoof, Gaucho slammed it down onto the bloody sands. Immediately a tremor raced outwards, shaking and rocking the ground. It did not have the full force of a real earthquake of course, and yet it was more than able to upset a foe's footing. Gaucho smiled as the sands slowly fell back to their original places. Warstomp was a magic gifted to him years ago now by Kri when he first became a warrior here - and never since had he asked for anything more. "Soh can have whatever magic - then Gaucho help train."

Pulling away from her now, he let his wing slowly retract back against his flank. Holding his antlered skull high, he regarded Sohalia with a cool stare. If she was to be a warrior, if she truly wanted to fight and defend the Throat, then she no longer needed his small cuddles of affection (or at least, right now she didn't). Now, she needed to stand on her own and to be confident in her own worth. Those lacking in confidence died quickly on the battlefield, and he would not have his Transcended be so vulnerable. His steely gaze fell over her proudly - for what more could he have asked of her, than this?