The flock comes to a sudden halt, turkeys fumbling into and over one another but somehow staying relatively well contained between the waters edge and the myriad of wannabe wranglers surrounding them. The old stallion slows too, his sweeping stride closing and dropping momentum until his legs seem to just roll back into an ambling walk without pause and, more importantly, without causing stress to their already swollen joints. He circles to the front of the congregation, careful to give the flock a wide berth for fear of angering another big tom gobbler. His ears cock to catch the foxes argument, though they needn't have bothered with the way the three tods are shouting.

Options outlined, the other horses start to pick their side, gravitating toward the fox of their choice, and overall it seems like a fairly even three way split. The old black initially wants to stay with the fox still holding the orb, Matches apparently, but his plan to cross the river at their current location seems almost as if it's designed to dunk old men into freezing cold water - it's Frostfall for fucks sake - so he quickly shuffles over to the group rallying behind Zippo, his idea of doubling back and coming around the bend in the river without having to cross treacherous swathes of ice striking him as significantly less likely to end in death by hypothermia.

It's by delightful chance that he finds not only the white faced stallion and his dragons from the meadow and the jewel encrusted mare from the birth of one of Rexannas many foals, but also Johnny, alive, awake, and apparently well, standing in a small cluster near the mascot of their choice. A throaty wuffle of hello catches in his throat on sight of the Weaver, held back by the realization that his last interaction with the candied family included not only insulting his wife, but physically assaulting his daughter too. His ears plane, deflated, and he veers off to stand beside the hulking mass of muscle and masculinity that once helped him out of another tricky situation, though he doubts this one could be solved by tiny dragon hand jobs.



"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // Alby chooses LOOP, stands by Volterra, eyes Johnny.

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