Evers sighed in a mental sort of weariness when finally his sturdy legs made it to the Foothills border. How long had it been since he was here? The place held so many emotions for him that the blue stud couldn't decide whether he was happy or sad to see it again. He did miss the simplicity of it's existence however, the rolling hills and the juicy grasses along with the ice cold water that carved the land. A place of honest beauty that portrayed a sturdiness like most of its occupants. Evers had to admit there was a place within his heart that still had a fondness for the place and he gripped that now as he stood on it's borders, not to go any further. In his decision to step down from his Lead position, the blue boy had in a way thrown himself out of the land, his brothers had gone and there was simply no reason for him to remain. Not as the Foothills was at the time anyway.

There was a sureness in him that his brothers were here, wherever there was war, there would at least be Archibald. Though that brother he had little time for, Evers could not deny his fighting ability, but the area between his ears always left a bit to be desired and for that the roan had a hard time trusting his judgement. Yet, brothers were brothers and he could not deny the bonds between them which had now brought him back here to the place where he had become something he would never in a million years thought he would become. An ex-chief? He, Evers, the quiet scholar who sought after knowledge more than blood became a Leader of a herd. He had enjoyed his time, he learnt many things and in that short while the blue truly did believe he found a little more strength in himself.

So the son of Mandrake and the brother of many waited for someone to notice him, he knew it wouldn't be too long if their eyes were sharp and their warriors performed their duties correctly. He hoped their leaders would be reasonable and that his kin was here, he was tired of gadding about in the wilderness with no purpose to his life other than to wallow in self pity. There was a void in his heart that needed to be filled and a need to have a another duty to occupy an active mind. He just wished they would see past his skinny physique and grasp the powerful intelligence that laid forgotten and gathering dust.