Calmness settled over the stallion who had set off from the Dragons Throat to begin duties in the Threshold. The air was cold, but almost refreshing on his pelt that was warm from travel and nose blew out visible puffs of air as wings swooped down and up. The moon was not so bright this night and his figure was almost invisible against the darkness of the sky, though it came as more of a comfort to Hector who was thankful for the cover of the black abyss as he flew. Ears twitched when he caught the woody scent of the Threshold and followed his invisible bonded down to the ground. Veci was unusually quiet on this night, the little boggart had been that way ever since the fight with Gaucho and Hector worried for a while that he had frightened his friend. Upon sensing his orange friend's concern, Veci had proceeded to fill the hybrid with a sense of calm and showed a little more of his usual self. Still, it would play on the soldier's mind until he finally knew what it was that bothered his bonded companion.

Descending carefully, both nose and Veci set to the task of hunting down strangers, their guard on high alert. Mud met his equine hooves first making him wrinkle his nose in distaste as he landed and began to sink into the rotten brown stuff, pulling each hoof out with a squelch. Seeing the Threshold always reminded him of the days when he first came here and he had met Kri for the first time, his current Commander had struck a cord with him that day and now he was her loyal soldier. Ready to jump at the snap of her order and prepared to die in protection of the family he had slowly forged in the Dragons Throat. It was his job now, in the claiming realm, to offer that same opportunity of family to a weary stranger who may just want a new start in life.

That very stranger was soon located and Hector awkwardly trotted through the rough terrain, following the floating presence of Veci as the little ghost lead the way through the trees. It wasn't too long before vibrant fiery eyes set their sights on a stallion who could of very easily have been missed if it wasn't for his almost florescent wings. Hector fell to a halt leaving a respectable distance between them, folding his own flight appendages neatly into his sides, and with a welcoming smile he tilted his liver coloured ears forward, slightly extending his nose with flaring nostrils that took in the unknown stud's scent. "Welcome to Helovia Sir. My name is Hector of the Dragons Throat herd. Who might you be?" He said simply to begin with, falling silent and awaiting the other male to introduce himself.

Veci hovered unseen, slightly in front of Hector, watching the dark pegasus with curious eyes, mind already captivated by the brightness of the wings before him. If the stranger was perceptive enough, he might be able to sense the presence of the mischievous little boggart who had temporarily dropped his brooding thoughts.