Darkness. At first, Descaro had thought it had only happened to the Basin. That the Time God had forgotten them and so left them in a blackout. Yet, the more he walked from steppe to the arch to the threshold, the more he began to understand that it was in fact the whole of Helovia that was shrouded in grim tenebrous. Slowly, the horned lad saw it as a blessing, he had always much preferred the night after all. His body was dark and easily camouflaged, a stallion born and built for the night, his brooding eyes like a predators as he stalked through the dank wood, cloven hooves ploughing through snow. It had been a long while since he'd been back to the claiming grounds of the land, a break from escorting strangers up the mountain to the shelter of the Basin. The warrior had been attending his other duties, patrolling the borders more after Psyche warned them of more intruders in their herd. To which Descaro found both amusing and insulting. He couldn't understand why they kept crossing the border unless the land was made up of a large contingent of suicidal horses. Now that thought was amusing to him.

Attention brought to the sound of nearby voices, the mahogany stud bounced off in the direction of the noise, folds of inky mane flopping this way and that as he did so. It was hard indeed to navigate through the wood when ones senses was dulled by the constant darkness. His pace was slower, but he eventually found the owners of such voices to be a gammy looking pegasus and a young girl who was seemingly taken by the bay feather brain. Descaro couldn't help but smile as the unknown stallion was already offering a home to the child, probably out of some fatherly concern he couldn't really contemplate.

Flicking his tail, the stallion walked confidently into their little meeting, eyes slowly adjusting to see the filly was a shade of white and proudly sporting a horn atop cute features. Descaro turned to the other very much larger stallion with a smile playing on his lips. "Hold on there big guy! You're not the only herd that can offer such things after all." Came his taunting jovial vocals and quickly he turned to the child, smiling kindly before nodding northwards and back to himself, his voice light and friendly. "What's your name youngling? My name is Descaro and I'm a soldier from the Aurora Basin that's full of creatures just like us and many are your age too. We can teach you things so that you will never have to run again in your life." He said quite vibrantly. Watching the other stallion out of the corner of his eye, wondering which herd he came from, it was hard to tell in the darkness. His scent was familiar and it reminded him on his old home of the Edge. Though Descaro still could not be sure unless the stud announced himself.