WARDELL

A strong puff of steam came from the strong buck's flaring nostrils as he easily stepped right onto the border of the territory. He could scent many other deer around in this particular area, and it got him thinking about a herd. He would need one, indeed, if he planned on settling anywhere. Why give give this place a shot? After all, it was the only place in the entire valley that he figured had such a herd of creatures. Whether or not he was welcomed was up to the lead, of course.

Giving off another thick spurt of steamy air, he stood right on the border, so as he wouldn't seem as though he was there for something like a fight. His head held slightly higher than his shoulders, his shovel-shaped antlers protruded from his head and stood high and proud, despite the fallow's lowered position. However, Wardell never failed to show his pride.
Releasing a loud grunt, he stood and awaited the presence of one of the herd members. Hopes were high, and so were meals on the menu.

Meteor & Little Earth

Making his rounds along the outskirts of the herd's terrain, Meteor was the first Scout to come across the stranger. He too was a fallow, with a coat of dark siepa-black, and pale gray antlers to contrast. Following along with him to train as a future Scout was Little Earth, a two-year old white-tail stag.

Holding his own head up high, Meteor made a quick approach towards Warden, his ears up and dark eyes alert. "This is the land of Nhosh and Wycliff; what brings you here?" He asked, tilting his splayed anterls slightly towards the other fallow buck. It wasn't neccessarily meant as a threat, but as a warning for him not to lie or try anything.

Standing off to the side was Little Earth, who was actually a bit larger than his mentor. Unlike Meteor, Little Earth didn't adopt a warning position; afterall, Warden didn't seem threatening to him. "Maybe he wants to join us?" The young stag suggested, but a sharp look from Meteor warned him to keep quiet.

WARDELL

Wardell wondered if anyone would even hear him in the first place. He first thought about just turning and leaving, but then changed his mind quite quickly. His hooves were planted firmly into the ground, slightly sinking from the somewhat soggy ground beneath the snow. If it weren't for the brown on him, he'de just be a part of the whiteness.

Auds flickering, his muzzle was lifted upward a bit to look at the other deer, his antlers towering proudly over his head. Eyes seemingly flames with hidden glee, he spoke, "I'm looking for a herd to join," he stated, dipping his head down a few inches in respect. "Name's Wardell,"
Then his dark eyes met the others' forms once more. Now all he could do was wait, and see what their response would be.

Meteor & Little Earth

Easing up as Wardell stated his buisness, Meteor lifted his antlers so they weren't so threateningly pointed at the other stag. "Wardell? I'm Meteor."

"And I'm Little Earth, son of... sorry." The younger stag was cut off with a sharp glare from the fallow deer and a light cuff with his splayed antlers. Little Earth needed to learn a lot about restraint and how to conduct business.

Looking back to Wardell, Meteor spoke again, "I'm sure you will be welcome to join. But first I need you to answer a few quick questions. What was your previous herd? And do you have any relatives?"

Little Earth fidgeted a bit, growing impatient with the questioning. Uggh, I should have stayed with Luke! I wish Meteor weren't such a hard-ass. Knowing he couldn't just slip away from Meteor at the moment, the white tail entertained himself with the interesting coloration that Wardell had. It reminded him a bit of Wycliff and Legend, who were both piebald in color.

WARDELL

TOO MUCH TURMOIL

Wardell felt as though a wieght had been lifted from his shoulders as he noticed that the atmosphere seemed to loosen. That was always a good sign, usually.
His auds swiveled forward as the younder deer began to speak, and for a moment, he was a bit confused. He quickly recovered again as the older buck began speaking again, and he simply gave a nod in return.
"Well, I was simply part of a herd somewhere outside of the valley. Small, too small, so I wanted to leave to find a new herd to live in." he stated to the first question, briefly thinking that it may have not been the best thing to do before, just going and leaving his previous herd. But didn't many deer do that? It was his decision, and so far, he was content with the choice.
"I've no relatives anywhere, at least around here." he then answered the next question, giving his tail a flick. He could last with this.

WARDELL