There was something about Frostfall in the Basin that seemed to make things quiet. More quiet and peaceful than normal. It seemed a bit strange to the gold toned vixen, to see such a silent environment at this point in time. Back home, winter was a time of celebration. Everyone had a place to be and things to do; celebrations took place nearly every day. It was something that helped turn the season of nature’s death into happiness to make the time fly by faster. Either Rexanna didn’t know if there were celebrations here, or if she was just missing out on all the fun. It was hard to say. The mare had a slight hope that regardless of being in the Basin, that if there were to be events, that it would be across all herds. She needed another excuse to be able to see Tembovu; oh how she missed that mammoth creature.

It was at this point that Rexanna found herself aimlessly wandering again, itching to go explore like she always did when she couldn’t stand being cooped up in the Basin. She needed to meet more friends instead of being such a recluse. She didn’t know very many beasts here, but that wasn’t an excuse for her to be so hidden all the time. As she approached the arch to head off in another random direction as she so often did, she noticed her golden superior bringing in a new tiger striped equine. Curiously, and in an attempt to meet new creatures, the vixen changed her mind from exploring to greeting. As the mare stepped in closer, she heard mumbling between the two, and judging by the brief threshold scent she began to know all too well, she could tell that the striped creature was definitely a stag.

As she got within speaking distance, she offered a gentle hello bow to the two of them. The bow for Thranduil was noticeably lower than the one for the other creature, due to it being her superior. Ah, but he would figure that out wouldn’t he? Clearing her throat, the mare offered the two a serene smile. ”Hello Thranduil.” The mare nods to Thranduil gently before turning her attention to the creature that smelled entirely of threshold. ”And hello to you, welcome to the Basin.” Her eyes danced across the striped beast. His coat having a base of a white cream color much like her own. How interesting. He towered her with his height, but with Thran there she didn’t seem to fear the size difference nearly as much. The wind raked across Rex’s pelt, twisting her dual colored mane and causing the chain attached to her golden horn to dance and wriggle with the chill in the air. Turning her attention back to the new stag after passing a glance to Thran, she spoke once more. ”I am Rexanna.”

ooc: ohhi :D @[Carnassial] @[Thranduil]