Much to the luck of the gathering the arrival of Lena and Enna was both swift and more welcoming. Haldir was the only glad one to see them however. His dark tail wagged and his grin turned to them now. He was still very much pleased with himself. The golden however was still ignoring him completely. As the healers gather round and aid the wounded bird the golden only stands looking them over with the same underlying irritation and suspicion. For a moment no one seems to speak. The healers were busy and all must be gathering their long twisting tales, the golden presumed.

Finally the bare headed creature speaks up. The crowned head finds the creature in a rather cold stare, but it softens. Not exactly for the warm feeling that came from hearing of such a kind soul but of the tiny mention of the Throat. As far as the golden knew relations to that herd were supposed to stand, though he had never heard back from Deimos on that point. His last visit there he had tried to keep off the topic. Still, it peaked the situation, and luckily for the others present, acted like a rare collar on the golden.

Not that he shows much pleasantness because of it. Instead the golden nods to the dark creature. “Our allies are always welcome.” Better to assume they were still allies rather than not. Surely if Deimos had been given a negative answer he would have heard of it. Yet another thought of that dark devil bristled his mind, there was still unfinished business between the two of them. He speaks again, the sly pleasure in his voice rolling out in more easing tones. “You are welcome then Badger to visit and talk with our healers and rest before your long return.” It was a pleasant phrase but still slightly cold and formal coming from the golden.

Next up to bat was the mare. The crowned head turned coldly to her next, though it refused to look at the child. Even the mention of the Throat did not gain her the same as it did for the equine. She had severed ties with them. If anything it made the devilish man laugh in the inside to think of the Throat failing. Of course that didn’t excuse her for flouncing off into baby making again. And her pleas for her child also fell on slightly deaf ears. If he hadn’t deafened them it perhaps would have struck the same tender nerve wracking chord the deer had hit, and he wasn’t about to expose it again. So the golden was on his guard, ready to twist and manipulate his own thoughts to a safer area. For the moment he said nothing.

The final follower of the group said nothing, but was linked as Vadim, the father of the snow child. As the healers go closer with their more pleasant features the gold only looks about the group again then down in thought. Their excuses seemed fair enough, but the reek of desperation made his very skin crawl. Still with a member of the Throat looking on he couldn’t very well say no could he. The image of this herd was fragile as it was. Lashing out his tasseled tail the golden snorts looking up again, a sign of decision. “Very well. You may stay.” He still did not trust this desperate group, and the strange circumstances that found them here of all places.

Shifting the golden moved to turn away, but his sight trailed on the wounded mother bird. Earth eyes watching as the bird recognizes sweet thing. A cold light gleaming in their depths. “If however any ill will follows you here, know you have to answer to me.” A smile grows, vicious and hard, as it glances to the two healers growing busy with their work. “I will not tolerate threats to this family.” The replacement of ‘my’ for ‘this’ forced by his nature, but the same strength behind it remained. Turning the golden heads back down to the valley, ending the discussion of the issue. He did not want to wait for the groveling of thanks. From some mouths it was like a sweet liquor, from this mare it threatened to sting like whiskey. So he leaves before, once again ignoring the deer that came trotting behind him. Now THAT was going to be an interesting conversation later.


OOC :: I'll leave you to change your rank to whatever/whoever prefers
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