The brothers were patrolling, the dull, meaningless task of scouting the borders for anything suspicious, anything that could mean harm to the lands they serve. The Foothills had grown quiet, complacent, and they were growing bored of this mundane task. They needed something, anything to do, to keep them interested. Mirage still longed for them to stay here, but for what? They were restless, and annoyed at the way the herd was being infiltrated - how many had been taken from their borders now? Stolen, captured, whisked away in dark of the night. What could they do?

The herd was dying, and while there were a stubborn few who remained, refusing to admit it, they had long since admitted it. They longed to join their family in the Edge, their sisters, to serve the Qian more directly. Their loyalties to the Foothills was driven by duty, by a respect for their sister, who had taken on a matriarchal role in their lives. Mirage had told them that Gossamer had returned to the lands of Helovia, and was now residing in the Edge.. She had been one of only few they had held respect for - though they did admire their numerous Chief's battle prowess, the more, political side of things had let the herd down.

With suspicion written in their eyes they beheld this stallion who approached them now, though their faces remained impassive, they followed him with only small nods given in response. There wasn't much a single stallion could do to them, not when they were together, surely? The Deep Forest was a land they knew well enough, one that they had patrolled along with the Foothills ever since the Qian had begun. They knew it well, and knew well enough too that numerous scents seemed to have crossed their path in the past, but with it being a land in the Wilds of Helovia, they stupidly, disregarded that information as unimportant.

They came to a stop in a small field, the brothers stood alert, their postures stoic, still and yet poised to move, their eyes reflecting this steed before them with a sharp critical stare.

"What the fuck is it you want?" Madyrn's deep, gravelly voice boomed from his maw, crimson forelegs shuffling as the more restless of the duo itched to know what was in store for them - almost in an excited kind of way.

Something was not right here.

[Not sure if you want to have an actual NPC show up and surround them, or if you just want to say from Rafe's account, either way is fine by me. ]