It never took long, did it? The anguished call from one heart to another in need of physical satisfaction always reached some willing soul, did it not? In Gaucho's experience, it did. And so, as the tobiano stallion appeared, Gaucho's stormy gaze swept approvingly in his direction. Although the paint appeared to have some of the same warmblood traits that Gaucho had, it was as if all of the dun's length and leanness had been squashed down a few hands, resulting in the stockier and smaller Aaron. Joining him, appeared to be some wolfish looking creature - white splashed with a light red. The dun had never seen such a combination before (although truthfully, if he had all of his memories, he might have recalled Loretta was sort of wolfish). In his antlers, Mara hissed softly, sizing up Alanna. Her fur appeared thick ... if it came to it, she'd likely have to target the canine's face or belly, though attacking the belly seemed risky.

As the pair sized up their soon to be opponents, Aaron began to charge, screaming as he did so. Although Gaucho was unaware of whatever caused the paint such anguish, it was a feeling that his primitive mind understood. Fight me. Fight will make everything better. Gaucho thought in earnest. For while the troubles of the world - Gaucho's lost memories, and Aaron's lost family - would still be there after their heaving bodies finally came to a halt, they would be dulled so long as they sought the physical caress of each other, in battle.

As Aaron raced his way, Gaucho spread his black wings. His darkened legs extended easily, as he raced forward to meet Aaron. Sizing the paint up, as if he were some hurdle to be cleared, Gaucho adjusted both his strides, and his wings in tandem. As the space between them dwindled, Gaucho beat his dark wings downward, moving his taller frame into the air. Tucking his forelegs neatly to his blue-striped chest as his wings pulled him higher, he allowed his flame-tipped wings to beat downwards, causing an arch of fire to extend from his blackened feathers. The arch had an extension of about 30ft, which, if Gaucho had judged his extended flight-aided leap correctly, should intersect with Aaron's current trajectory. Then again, perhaps the equine had some magic that would allow him to evade the blast. It did strike Gaucho as strategically silly, for a creature bound to earth to attack one able to take to the skies in the manner that he had but... The dun was appreciative that an opponent had appeared, and would not judge Aaron's tactics.

The WildFire did not remain in the air. He allowed his body to naturally angle back towards the earth, about 20 feet behind where he had last seen Aaron. Dark hooves stretched forward, colliding with the softened ground. Cantering forwards, the dun spun around trying to locate his opponent. In his antlers, Mara's dark gaze sought out her opponent; the white wolf-thing. She had not been a part of the opening attack, but the snake judged that she would not remain in the background for long.