Hector smiled at the charming boys answer who announced his title as Panzram. A name he had not heard before, but a fine sounding one still and the lad seemed more than willing to learn more of the land he had just stepped hoof upon. Veci returned to his orange friend's side, floating off in another direction as if he'd just heard something. The hybrid shrugged when he turned to watch, quickly bringing his gaze back to the florescent winged stallion and picking his mind for the best words to describe his beautiful land. He'd had good and bad times in his past visits to the threshold and the many new horses he had met had been different in shape and personality. Orange pools peered at the stud before him and he wondered what it was he looked for in a herd, what did he want. Strength? Family? Or something else? He wouldn't really know until he answered the kind lad's question, so he dipped his head happy courtesy and parted soft lips.

"A pleasure to be in yours too, Panzram. I hope my company never dulls you. As for the Dragons Throat, we live far to the south of here under a warmer temperature surrounded by the beautiful sea. Our family is made up of many different faces and our armies are notorious. We offer sanctuary, family and protection to all species, if you ever found yourself in need of a place to call home, don't hesitate to ask my friend." He finished off quite happily. Trying to cover all areas of appeal in one simple paragraph of speech and provide the rather tall stallion with information he might need to decide his next path in his life. Hector remembered his own decision from back when he too was a weary traveller in the Threshold, running away from his power mad father and bullying brothers. He had been captivated by Kri that day and returned with her to the dusty Dragons Throat and to this day, he did not regret his decision. The orange boy had met many fine horses since, most recently the rather incredible and interesting prehistoric Gaucho.

Veci finally returned as it seemed their party was not yet complete. For another stepped out from amongst the trees. A unicorn of dark ebony hues and splashes of white, his horn an interesting shade of green and Hector politely returned the courtesy dip with another one of his own. He listened with interest as the paint introduced himself as Apollo and his impressive rank of Medic, the Windtossed Foothills was a place that had been in the news, so to say, recently. Though Hector still didn't know much about them, the only time he had visited was when Paladin the Valiant had stolen him for his own personal messenger. He was, however, happy to finally meet one of the members of a herd that his own family had fought side by side with recently. The painted lad described it as a place of mercenaries and also a family.

Hector smiled and graciously offered a few nice words. "Nice to meet you Apollo. How fares your neck of the woods? I hope the cold weather hasn't caused you any loss."