A ripple ran through him as surveyed those Helovians infected with black lung of the labyrinth. He had been lucky to avoid such a disease, as had his herd-mates. These equines were so sick, they would be a danger to themselves and the newcomers.
So warily he takes further steps into the flats. They had their own kind of foreboding beauty, one could get lost out here. And with the added unique and strange outsiders, it was quite a scene to behold.
His hooves carry him towards the flaming god. Deeply he nods his great head, the largest sign of respect he had yet to pay towards any deity in Helovia. Head swivels, for the winged man he is next to is angrily grinding his teeth.
A wry smile crosses his face, “Hello, welcome to Helovia,” he pauses, assessing the agitated man, “Most from the Rift are generally happier to have come here.” His deep voice is rumbling with faint amusement as he addresses the maneless, cream pegasus.
Though he does not relax as he normally does when meeting newcomers. His eyes shift restlessly over the endless horizon, awaiting for an attack from the wronged Rift God. He stiffens his back, “How worried should we be about your god attacking?” There is dry humor in his rumbling voice, the question spoken to @Boy, but addressed to all the Riftians coming through.