Coming into the scene a rather youthful young horn stallion with broad painted fields of white and red; joyously looks around as white snow yet to be gone crunches under his hoof falls. Admittedly the boy had been going towards the basin to see what had become of his old home. Leaving it was rather a lonely way to live even if some of them in those mountains were racist it truly didn’t bother him any longer. Returning to it the young man of a unicorn wanted to see some familiar faces maybe even converse about old times. For most of his life the boy acted as the role of a loner wanting to do nothing more than to run around by himself. Looking into his past who could blame him it is a surprise he is even able to still socialize when whim calls.
Coming into the Valley the stallion saw something rather startling, but impressive at the same time. A Skelton of a beast of some sort lay embedded into the earth which had begun to claim it by wrapping it in a burial shroud of flowers. Being curious the boy looked it over and saw another equine approach nickering happily he said “ miss what is this thing I am Castiel”