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Ever since the meeting held at the arch, Xanthos had found himself drifting in and out of Frostbreath, undetermined on what he wanted to do. It was an awful predicament for the grullo to be in, and he feared that if he lingered near the other members for too long, they might force him into harming one whom was hornless. Psyche had made it clear that she would not stand for traitors, and that was exactly the reason Xanthos had remained quiet during the whole thing, as most of the others had. Still, he had been admittedly surprised at some of the others anger towards the dark mare.
Today he found himself in wide open meadow, speckled with only a few trees whose branches were caked with thin ice. Soon this would all be melted away and gone, and as much as Xanthos couldn't wait for that, he knew that nothing would be different in Frostbreath come the season of Birdsong. It wasn't as bad today as it had been in the previous weeks, for even out in the open, he didn't find himself pining for cover from the wind. His cloven hooves pressed softly into the snow as he walked alongside the frozen river, his yellow eyes simply enjoying the scenery. Perhaps he would revisit this place once the snow had parished and brought forth new life into the land.
At that moment, the stallion paused in his movement and lifted his head, noticing something on the wind. It was the scent of another like himself, yet who they were or what species they were was unknown to him. Curious as he was, Xanthos resumed his pace, even picking up into a lengthy trot until he spotted a figure in the distance. From what he could see, she was an equine and presumably alone, and she did not seem a threat. It took little time for Xanthos to continue closing the gap between them, careful to keep a calm and unthreatening demeanor. He meant the mare no harm, and hoped that she could see that in his movements.
"Hello," he spoke up once close enough, stretching his nose out ever so slightly towards her, "My name is Xanthos. What are you doing out here all by yourself?" His question was innocent enough, he thought, and his only hope was that this wasn't some racist, unicorn-hating equine.
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