Nhosh, Donovan, Rift, & Solange

Four stags entered the terra, with Nhosh in the lead. The large red deer had become increasingly alarmed by the expanding Shadow Haunters pack. It wasn't usually his way to interfere in the business of canines, but it seemed that this was no longer a pack, but an empire. One that could challenge his herd if they kept growing at the rate they were.

Making his way to the cataracts that stood out so prominently in the landscape, Nhosh climbed the hill with the other three stags closely at heel. Once he was at the top, he bellowed loudly for the lead of the land, ready to negotiate an alliance with them.

Zaquaim & Ultair

The sound of another male in his land made Zaquiam instantly furious, although his anger was checked by the fact that the caller was not an equine. Thundering across the land with his younger brother following closely behind, the stallion made his way for the falls.

As he made it up the steep side, breathing heavy from the run, he moved swiftly for Nhosh, neck arched slightly and eyes narrowed with suspicion, "What is it you want? I'm Zaquaim, lead of this land."

Ultair stood off to the side, his eyes falling from one set of antlers to the next. Nhosh's though... they caught the young stallion's attention the most. They made him wary, but he was comforted in the fact that he and Zaquiam easily outweighed the long-legged cervids.

Nhosh, Donovan, Rift, & Solange

Nhosh didn't lower his head, but he refrained from making any agressive postures either. With a single glance to his body guards, they each took a respective step back, leaving the red stag to speak one on one with Zaquaim. "Zaquaim, I am Nhosh, lead of the Almuit Rune herd. I come to you in a time of peril, as you probably know already." Nhosh began, testing the wind briefly. The scent of wolf lingered, where the foul beasts had recently tried to claim this land as their own, "You are but a small herd right now, so I offer you the chance to align yourself with my herd." The red deer proclaimed, training his dark eyes squarely on those of the stallion, "We are not so large as you in size, but in number, we are unbreakable. If you should need help, we will offer it. And at your end, you will do the same; that is, if you agree to this alliance."

Rift watched the confrentation silently, waiting for any signal from his lead. Aside from Solange, Rift was Nhosh's top guard.

Donovan was only two years of age, but his loyalty and insight had impressed Nhosh enough to take him up early on. The young pricket, already sporting a small but sturdy set of antlers himself, listened intentlly on the conversation.

Zaquaim & Ultair

Zaquaim could have a temper, but butting heads with a large group of stags, as small as they may be, was not something he would risk. At the same time, he didn't know enough of these creatures to give them his word. "Ultair, check out that colt down there." The older brother commanded, catching sight of a youngster moving across the lowland.

Without hesitation, Ultair scrambled down the hill and headed for Twilight.

Zaquaim turned his attention back to Nhosh now, "By help, what do you mean? And exactly how big is your heard, Nhosh?" The stallion questioned, not sure if he should trust the stag yet or not.