Why in hell would any creator of this good earth think winter would be a good season?! The crowned creature reaches around and pulls at the wolf skin cloak. It is a vain attempt, the cloak, however warm, was not very large. At least here in the pines it was not the blizzard like conditions of the north. Though they did not last all season, they certainly were harsh when they did hit. So while the mountains of rock and shadows still called his name, in the winter it was easier to say good bye. Of course that didn’t mean other should. Hence he was here.

The Basin was growing, exploding, more like, with new members even in the dead of the season. It wasn’t exactly in herd spirit that the thought made him grin. More of a selfish desire to collect them all, possess them all. To prove dissenters wrong. The golden head shakes again, and looks down for a moment to find the deer which followed him. Haldir too was glad to be free of the large snow drifted north. Here at least he could walk where he pleased and not just behind the gold. The small black deer was growing fast this season, and the golden was at last relieved to see a fine set of antlers begin to sprout on his head. The mists which brought his powers to bear upon others no also constantly followed his hooves.

They were not here for afternoon tea however. There was business here after all. While the north was not appealing, the herd was keeping stock several large fires that felt a lot better than this damn place. Trudging through the snow, the golden silent as ever, and Haldir ahead, the pair at last come into sight of a victim. Haldir spots him first, stopping and raising to full attention. The golden follows, not really moving from his gentle swinging gait. There was little here that could ever threaten him. He up by his young stag head turning and looking high, at last stopping, with a curt nod. “Greetings.” Many times he had walked this pine forest, and many times he had learned to wait and listen. This wasn’t exactly labeled as an adoption center. Still, he apparently found not too bad of a pup for sale. The creature had the only thing that really mattered, unicorn blood, but he also looked in fine prime shape, with a hard edge. Of course the striking image of this stallion would not cower this gold, he had his own looks to feel pride enough to swallow the other with. If first impressions were anything, this creature was screaming to join the Basin.


OOC :: @[Otaktay]
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