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The gold’s crowned head outstretched then curled back in, shaking loose the last webs of sleep’s stiffness. His shoulders even rolled, cat like, trying to slip from the stiff unnatural feel of his body. The hovel he and Haldir had found last night curl in would most certainly not do for the future. Pity. It was the third in a row to be rejected. Surely there was some decent hollow left to satisfy him. Haldir though seemed not to notice. With winter closing in, a new place to call home, the stag had found himself each day in quite a jolly mood. The past few days each creature had gone its own way and the stag had explored the lands at his own pace, and his own attitude. Not that the gold was soured by the changes, just not as energetic as the deer.

Today was no different. A call rises above the mists and the gold and stag pause to hear it. His gold harks shift with indecision. He knew that voice…and he didn’t fancy seeing her. Not right now. The last meeting of the two of them had been such an odd thing…but then he also barely remembered it. Shaking his crowned head the gold moved to head on, but the stag would have none of it. He snorted and bellowed his own. It was meeting…the gold should go, if not just to catch a glimpse of all who tucked in these trees. To this the Laurelin could not deny.

Haldir trotted lightly on forward, and boldy into the group. His golden shadow, hangs behind on the outskirts. He does not reach for the black cloak hidden in his satchel under the wolven cloak but he hides none the less. Haldir comes on forward into the group, yet he keeps his distance from Zo. Though they’d spent time enough on their journey to know his hide was…somewhat protected, the stag still did not fully trust the dark youth. Still happy moments make darkness seem far away. The stag’s large ears lean forward to hear Arah’s words. He had never held bitterness or anger against her. The charges the Laurelin always laid at her seemed at best, petty. Plus, according to the jumbled story he got from the gold, she’d forgiven him. Besides, there was no hostility meant to be here. So he settles, listening to the questions and stories, while the gold keeps an eye on all from a distance.

OOC:: Thran's hanging out from a distance like a stalker, and Haldir's up front just listening.