Sighing deeply, the dark palomino started slowly descending, nervousness coursing through his veins. Should he turn back? No. He had to be stronger than this. Remembering the first time he came to join, no one came to greet him in the vast expanse of the desert. But now he was coming a second time. He wanted to offer his services. The loner was sick of living a nomadic life. It was lonesome, apart from the few to meet here and there.
The primal instinct in every equine of being part of a group urged Phoenix to join the Throat. All the lovely horses he would meet. Friends he could make (that is if his anxiousness didn't affect his acquaintance making ability). Finally feeling his hooves brusquely touch the ground, Phoenix galloped towards the border, gradually slowing down.
Stopping right before the edge, every instinct told the stallion to turn back, but no, he wouldn't. He did know some horses there, the few that were kind to him and that weren't intimidating. Lifting up his head now boldly, the stallion let out a friendly neigh, a call to those near by that would hopefully lead him in. His vocals were baritone, and silently wishing, Phoenix hoped it wouldn't set another horse to think he was aggressive.