Equine and Pegasi be damned to Hell, he was tired of the hideous mutations coming into his home. Each intruder had been handled accordingly and rather easily, of course, but the sheer number of those trespassing was growing at an alarming rate.

Today, though, it seemed that the Weaver had finally been cut a break. It had been quiet save for the billowing wind and the crunch of snow beneath his hooves, and while he was sure it would grow boring over time, he would relish it while he could. The snow was falling from the sky at a steady rate, but it was not overly cold. For a newcomer to the Basin, however, it might not seem that way, but the tundra sanctuary never truly reached the freezing temperatures of the rest of the Steppe. The land gifted to them by the God of the Spark was truly a blessing, even if some found themselves cursing the eternal winter at times.

It was a sharp woofing from Talbot that alerted Crowley they weren't alone. Lifting his head from the lake, the stallion cast a quick glance to his bondmate, then looked out across the expanse of the Basin. It was unlikely that any sort of unwelcomed company would get this deep into the land without somebody else noticing, so he wasn't surprised in the least when he spotted a a fellow unicorn approaching them. "They are just new," he assured Talbot, putting the pup at ease before he could dart off and go into a fit of barking. The hound had grown more courageous since his hatching, but he was still cowardly when he actually got close to any stranger bigger than himself.

Deciding that it wouldn't hurt to welcome somebody new to their ranks, Crowley pulled himself away from the side of the lake and approached the pale figure, who was almost lost in the ribbons of falling snow. At his side walked Talbot, who with perked ears of interest watched their target, hoping that they would not send his master into a frenzy of curses and flying hooves. Crowley could tell now that they, like himself, had a dual set of horns rising from their head. Only when he knew he could be seen did Crowley slow to a halt, standing just yards away from the spotted mare. "Are you lost?" He spoke up, his words teasing in their normal guise before dropping. "Welcome to the Basin; the name's Crowley, your Weaver."