Rumours of the healing spring had reached his ears not once but twice now, so as he lead the unlikely convoy composed of a gallant tiger-slayer and his forgeign companion, Toulouse made the decision to take the road less taken in the direction of the former herdland where this enchanted spring supposedly lay.
The journey from Helovia's doorstep to the glacier that hid his new northern home was a long and taxing one, the kind that could be written about in sonnets and ballads. The two who followed him could be certain that this was a great achievement to even come as far as they had, and something unachievable by any ordinary herd dweller. Adding to the achievement altogether was the fact that not long ago the both of them had been clinging to the very fibres of life.

And so it was with that in mind that he had made the call to take the longer route to the falls. The chance remained that the rumours were false, that the well had been drained, or even worse, though still the chance that they could find complete healing at that well and finish the journey in the best of health remained. He didn't want to be dragging two dead bodies through the frozen arch after all.

The roads had become overgrown and slightly hidden from the lack of use. How long had it been now? One season? And yet already the earth had begun to reclaim each nook and cranny of the place which had once been a metropolis, a place of life. Now it seemed the jungle had begun to rule once more, claiming every path, and even the stonework left behind.
"Ce lieu était autrefois une grande terre" He murmured to the pegasus woman who trailed in his footsteps, craning his head to take note of Noah who dwelled a number of meters behind. "terre de père il récupéré du peuple".
Perhaps that was information he should have waited to disclose, or made something up;  surely it was disheartening to learn that the gods could be so temperamental.

Tension grew within his own mind as he wandered over the various terrain of the falls. So a spring was here... somewhere? Where on earth was he meant to find it? It was coming to the point where he was unsure if he actually would, and so concluded that those he was intending to heal were not following him in tiring circles. Stopping upon a shaded cliff's edge, one that was surrounded by magnificent vines and framed by two waterfalls, Toulouse gave a hearty sigh.
"Make camp you two. I'll go find this well... or waterhole... or bucket" He instructed them, a gaze cast upwards at the approaching moon, also forgetting that the female of the pair did not seem to speak the common tongue. Turning lazily in a wide circle, Toulouse found his way through some hanging vines and over some old rock to begin his search.