As Levi came into view, Gaucho swung his massive body around to face the nearing stallion. Gaucho's murky amber gaze washed over the grullo stallion, very clearly judging him - sizing him up. The bay stood several inches taller than Levi, and had a much thicker build. He spread his heavily feathered black wings, extending them up and out to increase his perceived size. There were faint blood-stained markings on the inside of his wings dotting his feathers, similar to the ones which marred his hide. As he moved closer to Levi, it became apparent that there was a hand-print like marking on his rump, as well as circular splotches of what appeared to be war-paint on his shoulders and flank.

Amber eyes, rimmed heavily with black looked down upon Levi, as the primal beast listened to Levi speak. His ears flicked slightly with the sounds, but a look of distant uninterested was plain on his chiseled features. Why is he using so many words? Gaucho's mind wondered, not understanding what "sir" meant. With a grunt he drew himself up to his full height, a look of cold cruelty appearing in his eyes. "I am Gaucho" He said, the words carefully formed, as if he wasn't used to speaking. "I am warrior." To emphasize this point, he lifted one of his forlegs and slammed it into the earth - tilting the front of his hoof forward so that the point of his hoof hit first, digging deep into the earth. "You are leader?" He asked somewhat doubtfully.

So much words Gaucho thought to himself as Levi spoke. But it seemed that this stallion could be useful - he seemed to be saying something about a herd he was a part of... but the brute wasn't so sure. Apparently the stallion was a warrior as well, although Gaucho wasn't so sure. If he was a warrior, why was he being so chatty? Civilized He concluded finally. Gaucho was suddenly unsure - he didn't want to hang around all day, chit-chatting. Was that the sort of place Levi wanted to talk him to? He was a warrior - a fighter - not a chatty-cathy.

"Sar-gent?" He asked, his rumbly voice sounding inquisitive, as he tried to replicate the title that Levi had named. Where Gaucho came from, you could tell someone's rank by how many they had killed in battle - by how long their mane was. If you lost a battle or a spar, your mane would be cut, signifying to everyone how weak you were, and leaving your neck exposed to attacks. While Gaucho's mane was heavily dread-locked given how little attention he paid to personal grooming, it was still quite long. Levi's mane was long as well....hmm. Grunting as soon as Levi said warrior of the Throat, he nodded his massive skull in agreement. Folding his dark wings back to his flanks, he grunted again, nodding towards Levi. "Levi take Gaucho to Throat. Gaucho be warrior."

He flicked his ebony tail impatiently, snorting. He had grown so used to the long slender piece of bone piercing his nose, that he hardly noticed it was there anymore. Where he came from, it was a sign of honour to have such a decoration - It was a bone from the first horse he had ever killed - but even more so, he had killed the creature in defence of his leader, who had fallen ill at the time. It was a constant reminder to serve, and to protect.