The colt was busy sticking the tiny point of his horn into snow, eyes narrowed in concentration as he drew shapes in the snow with his skinny legs sank deep in the drifts. It was cold and the colt did shiver from time to time, though he had not strayed too far from his father's cave, so the warmth of shelter was not too far away. Sacre was much too busy in his doodles to worry about the cold seeping in, though if he stood their much longer he may be forced to worry. Alas! Aramis came to the rescue, tongue rolled out to one side as he bounded up to the ebony colt who possessed oceans for eyes. Rubbing himself against the colt's legs before running off in the direction of the meeting, barking with urgency, making Sacre jump in surprise and the little boy stared after the retreating hell dog with intense interest. Where was it he had to go at such speed? Excited, the raven coloured child bounced out of the drift and raced after Aramis. Putting his nose to the wind for a moment and looking around in brief concern. "Roux! Where are you?"

Falling to a halt the boy gazed around him, his nostrils flaring as his concern deepened and Aramis barked again with urgency. Reluctantly, Sacre followed the red marked pup and hoped father would know where Roux had disappeared to. The colt was slowly beginning to wonder, if his twin would always make him worry for the rest of his life? The answer to that would always be a yes, the crimson child was his brother and with the love he carried for him also came with the price of concern. Yet, he had to keep reminding himself, that though his siblings sight was not too great, Roux was a strong colt in his own right. Sacre had to learn to believe in Roux and surely; he'd know if something had happened. Right?

Chasing after Aramis, Sacre quickly picked up the scents of many and his heart began to thunder in his chest. His father had spoken of herd meetings, but the child had never been to one before. So when the pair turned up in the presence of many, it took a few minutes for merlot splattered boy to take a deep breath and pluck up the courage to walk through the gathered crowd. Quickly spotting his father to the right whilst he looked around once again for mother and Roux. None were to be seen. Did this mean Roux was with mother? Sacre held onto the small hope as he walked over to d'Artagnan, noticing a familiar striped form as he did so. "Hey Nonnie!" He shouted over to her happily, wondering if this too was her first herd meeting.

Timidly creeping past others after, Sacre eventually found his dad's red side and he looked up to the giant blood bay with a look of wonder combined with worry. "Father ... Have you seen Roux?"