welcome home

He had come along at the last minute. Like a thief in the night he had sauntered up to Eira's side, pressing his muzzle to her shoulder delicately before looking up at the beautiful one known as Hope. It had been some time before he had seen the beautiful creature; and much had changed about him in this time. But he wasn't focused on that now, what he instead kept his mind on was what Hope had to say. So with ears delicately floating forward as he pressed close to the blue filly, a sense of some emotion filtered over him at her words. He couldn't describe it, but it didn't seem to be bad. It was a feeling that he would let simmer, eyes locking onto Rosco and the man who had hurt him. Of course, the man who hurt him didn't remember that he had actually hurt him, but he wasn't going to reflect on that either. His mind was focused on this new social construct that had been bestowed upon them. A herd, a gathering of them all living together in harmony with some sort of patriarchy. Letting his eyes rove over those that were now apart of his herd, he let his eyes fall once again back on Rosco. He would do well as a leader. He didn't know about Rixen, but Rosco for sure would do well. Vynter !