Evers moves with duty in his stride for his brother had left after his defeat without a word. His mother had disappeared. What was he to do? Should he watch the throne of the Foothill's until another opportunity arises, or should he have left with Archibald? The latter he thought to be a rash decision, one did not simply give up the lead without a fight. Even the quiet diplomatic Evers knew that, he may be more prone to the peaceful way out of things, but he was still a son of Mandrake. He would not muddy her name in a cowards way out. On her command alone he would leave or be beaten. So the blue came when Jackal called out to the herd, he had already suspected something of this nature would happen, he stepped calmly onto the rock and schooled his expression into one of gentle greeting to his herd. They were, after all, still a huge responsibility that Evers took to heart and of the two leads left standing. He was the most experienced and the longest in charge.

A diplomatic gaze looked on at Willow as she expressed concern for Jackal's injuries, her kind voice and medical concern winning over the skinny blue in minutes. She was the former Story Teller and the way she spoke Evers understood why, her wisdom fit everything the role entailed but she had left. He wondered why. Walking over to the pair, Evers offered her a grateful nod. "Your knowledge and wisdom have and will continue to serve this herd well, Willow. We thank you" came his quiet voice, acknowledging her abilities with gratitude.

With that he contemplated the land before and waited for others to join. A young grulla came next who seemed to know the King of Thieves and Evers looked on with a small curiosity before turning his gaze back to the horizon. He thought back to his own challenge, an unknown stallion who had claimed he was better fit for the roll. Evers never did get his name for the fight didn't even get started. Did it count as a victory? Who knew. He had defended his place, maybe others would see him in a better light. He hoped they thought him fit enough to lead, he may not throw his weight around like his brother had done but diplomacy was also an art that must be practised. He wondered idly if Jackal possessed any. Going around dethroning people like it was going out of fashion. The child seemed so kind when he had first met Evers and Archibald, maybe he had a multiple personality disorder.

Who knew.