[Not sure if the snake reference was supposed to be to his companion? He doesn't have her yet...I've been lazy, but maybe I'll have her find the egg in this Thread, since you've already seen a snake? :D]

Gaucho watched with a flat stare as the dusty form of Note began to solidify, as he trotted closer. The brute noticed some sort of tufted-cat perched on his back, and grunted. He had never encountered anyone in Helovia before who had a companion, and was unsure what to make of it. Was it a blessing? Or a curse? If ever he got one, not that he knew the means to achieving this goal, he would want something relatively self sufficient...As his gaze fell to the snake slithering on the ground, he grunted again. Yes, a snake would be a suitable companion...Perhaps he would keep an eye out for a stray egg...

Raising his antlered brow, he nodded slightly as Note approached. His wither had scabbed over, and the flesh was no longer raw from where Note's lightning at seared through him. It was a powerful attack that Note had used, and Gaucho both respected that sort of ability in another, and was simultaneously annoyed by it. Perhaps he would hold council with the elders of this land, the God of the Sun, and ask that if his blood ran more freely, if his attack could be strengthened. Gaucho pressed Vesta closer to his side protectively; even though the mare would soon be a member of this herd, she was nevertheless his charge.

"Gaucho good." He replied simply, not returning the question to Note - clearly the dusty stallion was alright, if he was out and about? Then again, perhaps this was one of those social customs that he continued to fail at understanding. Nodding towards the steel-gray mare at his side, he exhaled softly. "Note is brother of Throat" He advised, before turning to Note. "This is Vesta."

Oh Gaucho. So helpful with introductions.

As Vesta moved to stand on her own, the brute was unsure if this was a response to Note's presence - her not wanting to appear weak before another member of the herd - or whether she truly felt fit to hold her own. The walk had been hot and bothersome, and in his own simply way, Gaucho very much doubted that it was the latter. Nevertheless, Gaucho very often took words at face value, and if the steely mare wanted to stand alone, then stand alone she shall. Gaucho dipped his head as she mentioned a healer, frowning slightly. The name was so hard to say..."Ommmnnnee" He attempted, finding it difficult for his tongue to switch between the mmm and nnn sound, sort of muddling the two together.

As Kri arrives, Gaucho falls respectfully silent. He has only encountered the mare once, at the General's funeral site; an inappropriate place for first introductions. He was sure that if Levi hadn't told her immediately when the grullo brought Gaucho to the Throat, that My-dus would have updated her at some point, about who he was. He returned her nod stoically, his blue-grey eyes falling over her compact, muscular form appreciatively. In his minds eye, he could see that lithe body colliding with his in the skies, not having the ability to send him flying as a larger body might, but having the density to seriously bruise. Leader's were always envisioned as such large and daunting creatures, that as his eyes finished taking in her stocky figure, an unconscious smile played on his lips.

As she spoke, he realized that once again, he would likely have to wait before he could speak freely with the Sultana. He was anxious to swear his allegiance to her in person, finding it quite strange that he had someone slipped between the cracks, having been accepted into the herd without first meeting their leader. Then again, perhaps the patrols My-dus had sent him on, were merely a test to see if he would truly be welcomed here? Such thoughts were far too complicated for the bay; all he knew was that he couldn't let too much time slip away before declaring his loyalty in person. Especially not with the threat of Teee-oh, that Aryel had warned him of.