It had been a day like any other. Thick storm's passing through from the outside of The Basin. If anyone would look out from the shelter of the valley, they would see only blurs of white beyond. Hard to spot anything. Of course the drifts of ice were flowing down from gusts to The Basin. Farenjer stood inside one of the collections of hollow holes in the mountains, where he called his own room. Farenjer was thinking, walking back and forth, questioning what Arah had asked him. About becoming in one of the ranks. She said that perhaps the stag would fit as a fine soldier for The Basin to serve in command.

He halted to a stop, and orbs sharply snapped attention to something that was heard outside. A bellow that echoed through the area, he soon walked over to the little entrance of his small chamber. Staying in the shadows of it, glowing orbs looked around for the person. Sight had found a gray stag who stood there, posing nearby who seemed to search for something. Farenjer let out a huff of hot breath before looking who else would emerge from their chamber to see this racket that had been made. To his surprise none did come out, or like himself, were just watching in the shadows of the chambers. He waited for the others to come and see for themselves, but again no response or even care was given for the stranger Farenjer had in his sight.

With unhappiness grimly attached onto his mind, he would have to meet this person himself. The only reason for this was, Farenjer did not go out much or meet others. But then again something else told him that this would be a good experience and shot to meet someone else. Farenjer then with dignity pulled himself out of the cave with slow steps. Arriving out of the shadows, he could feel small flakes of ice begin to touch his back. With every step he walked casually over to the stranger, before halting to a stop before him. Radiating orbs looked onto him with his attention. A slight pause of silence echoed around before Farenjer observed the stag before him. He looked younger... they were about the same size, though he appeared a little bit taller.

Farenjer inquired "Greetings. My name is Farenjer, who might you be?" thinking for a moment he looked on with curiosity speckling in his eyes. Hopefully this stallion did not care whether he looked strange or not. Though he has seen many who whisper to others when they look onto him or want to ask themselves. Inside Farenjer's little self conscious side was always uncomfortable with anyone looking at him. But for now, the little damn thing was erased, and wouldn't be back anytime soon. Only now was the strange stag curious and having interest into the stranger before him. Eyes looked up to where tracks were nearly erased from the storms above the mountains. Did he really take the hard way in? A small glimpse of the main entrance in the distance peaked into the stag's sight before looking back on the stallion.