Gaucho had never really been much for rolling. His large black wings always seemed to be in the way, and once he got down there, it was a rather un-elegant process to get his large-self back up again. However, after having joined the Throat herd, he had taken refuge many times in seeking out the naturally occurring lake, and wallowing in its waters to ease his body.

Today however, today was a day that his patrol had ended early, and he had no desire to hang about with the chatty mares of the herd. Instead, the large bay had made his way to the Threshold, a land not so far away from the Throat, but far enough that his wings felt slightly tired when finally he did land. Gaucho was a striking creature, standing impressively tall, yet looking rather elegant and well proportioned. He was a simple creature, speaking little, but he served the Throat well. Odd primitive markings covered his bay coat - a handprint in red on his left flank, and a ray of sunshine covering his left eye. There was also a bone piercing his nose, and a collar made of sharpened bone around his shoulders. Still, for all of his ruggedness, he was a quite handsome creature, with a long and luxurious mane and tail, glistening in the bright light of Tallsun.

Moving farther into the glade, Gaucho grunted as he heard rustling up ahead. Picking up a trot, Gaucho moved forward with keen interest, wondering who might have stumbled through the threshold on this day. Nearing, he spied a dun mare, quite a bit shorter than he, rolling about in the warm dirt. His steely gray eyes fell upon her, noting her wings, as she rolled to her knees, and finally stood all the way up. Flaring his nostrils, the bay moved forward, tossing his antlered brow in a brute greeting. Halting a few feet away from her, he stoically looked her over, before meeting her gaze. "I am Gaucho." He said simply, his voice deep and resonant, and yet sounded as though it wasn't entirely used to forming words.

He watched as the smaller mare pinned her ears at him, raising her wings and striding forward in what he could only assume was a threatening manner. Gaucho, having grown quickly to such an enormous height as a youngster, was not familiar with the feeling of encountering someone so much larger, and so he did not fault the mare for momentarily advancing towards him. Perhaps he would have done where-he her size, encountering someone the likes of him. His gaze remained emotionless as her wings finally pulled back to her body, his steely blue-gray gaze revealing nothing of what the primitive brute might be thinking.

In fact, what he was thinking, was how similar to the mare Vesta this one seemed to be. Similar size if not colour, but both feisty; a perfect match for the Throat. Of course Vesta had be injured at the time, and was forced to accept Gaucho's aid; what did this one need? As she said her name, Gaucho grunted. At least it was an easy them - see-errra, he mimed mentally, satisfied.

Flicking his luxuriously long black tail, he took a step towards her, antlered brow tilted somewhat. As his head lowered down slightly, Cierra might have been able to spot the white snake coiled within his antlers, clinging close to his skull where she could sap away his heat to warm her body. She was a black mamba snake, gun-metal white in colour, and extremely poisonous. Flaring his nostrils, he turned, looking off into the distance where the cliffs of the Throat could be seen through the hazy clouds. "Gaucho from Throat. Throat strong herd - Throat family." He began, his string of words modest. Turning to look back to her, his blue-gray gaze looked at her expectantly. "Will seee-errra, go?" He inquired, extending the syllables of her name, as he tried to wrap his tongue around the sounds.