His eyes had begun to linger less and less on the uncoordinated red buck, too attentive towards the gilded lady now to pay the intoxicated stranger much attention. He still half-expected the brute to come stumbling towards him with his horn slashing and cutting the air, but those were only his old memories of childhood trying to haunt him. He had learned to ignore them, though the smell of ex-Edge still rattled his nerves. Unless it was Faelene, the scent was only a sign of aggression now. After seeing Mauja's antlered pawn, he knew his worry of their anger was warranted. They would be retaliating against the Qian, and the Throat.

A wrinkle of dark concern passed his brow, briefy, at thoughts of the plotting band of Unicorns in the North. But soon the pretty, blonde mare spoke up, and his mind was again pleasantly occupied by her. The more she talked, the more he liked her. She seemed like one of the only newcomers he'd found that really had her wits about her. Too many of them were like nervous little deer, ready to jump and run with the first one that spun them an appealing lie. Words of truth and neutrality seemed to be lost on so many these days.

The dove accepted his offer immediately, her dainty frame already making it's way off. She laughed, and a deep chuckle purled out of his own chest. "Right this way, my lady." He said, brandishing his head in a playful dramatic bow before heading towards the Throat. "The Throat is far South of here. We've got quite a walk ahead of us, but you'll get to see much of Helovia on our way." He smiled at Redux and picked up a trot to fall in pace to her side. He'd much rather be in the air, but he preferred to stay on the ground when with a companion who couldn't fly. It was only proper manners, in his way. The honey doe's voice rang out a question. Caution found it's way in his champagne pools as he turned to look back at the ex-Edge drunk. They were far out of earshot from the stranger, and so Leander answered with a hushed tone. "A sleuth is a vital part of the herd. Especially these days. A slueth is a finder of secrets. One who discovers information that pertains to the herd's safety. Such as, if there are any groups planning an attack on us, or that may have reason to steal one of our members." Cloud traced orbs glanced out through the trees as he explained the title, before falling back to Redux. "A sleuth must be stealthy, quick-witted, and like to explore. They help maintain the spies, called informants, and coordinate where they should focus their attentions. It is no easy task, but it may be the most exciting one to fill. You would work to learn all that within the land which is meant to be kept unspoken."



[ooc: If you want to post a joining thread in the Throat, I'll reply with Leander to it ;)]