It was dark. And cold. Alleo could have dealt with the darkness easily, but coupled with the cold he found a new kind of hatred for it that almost bordered his hatred for snow. Oh, and there was definitely snow, too. The stuff continued to crunch under his hooves and form little balls of ice that made his feet ache and his temper irritable. The stallion wanted nothing more than to be able to breathe fire and melt every bit of snow that was before him so that he would step on solid ground and light his way at the same time, but according to what he'd heard only the gods here could grant something like that and they had disappeared. Go figure. His first couple of weeks in a new home and everything went to hell. His sisters sure could pick wonderful places to live, he thought with sarcasm.

The stallion rolled his bi-colored eyes and continued to walk, ears rotating atop his head as he listened for anything and everything. Occasionally he would pause and shove his muzzle into the air and breathe deeply, sorting out whatever scents were floating around on the invisible breeze. There were sounds and scents. Voices that he didn't recognize and a few scents that were unrecognized as well, but there was one that he did. Even though he'd been living in the Foothills for a short time there was no mistaking the scent of someone that lived there.

Curious about the happenings that seemed to be going on, Alleo pressed forward, following the dim light of the lamp trees, but mostly trusting his instincts and his ears to get to where he was going. Upon arriving he noted the presence of three mares, two pegasus and one unicorn. He came to a standstill and watched them all for a few short moments, before approaching closer. His gaze lingered on the unicorn before traveling to the mare who bore the scent of their shared home. His head tilted as he noted her wet coat and he remembered the splash he had heard earlier. It was far too cold to take a swim or even a tumble into water and not have a way to warm up.

Without a word, Alleo sidled closer to his herd mate until their sides were nearly touching, silently offering whatever body heat he could to warm her. Had he wings he might have stretched them over her to offer her more warmth, but he did not so he couldn't. The pale stallion cleared his throat before addressing the mares all at once. "Good evening, ladies." He dipped his bare head then turned his gaze toward Irrydae. "I am Alleo, Warrior of the Foothills. I don't believe we've met before tonight, but it is a pleasure to meet another who calls the Foothills home."