Nightshade

Hours had passed before Nightshade reentered the territory, with daylight giving way to evening, and the storm finally blowing itself out to leave an eerie calm in its wake. The deer could no longer hide the severity of his wounds or the exhaustion he felt, and was moving stiffly by the time he finally came to a stop in a small meadow, not far from the sheltering cove.

"This is our general rendezvous." He explained to Harthrou, "Onok is our lead Stallion, and Xenarona is our lead Mare. You can identify her by her split coloration." He hadn't yet learned of her recent birthing of twins, or he would have added in that fact too. "Callaquioa is the other mare, a roan with blue eyes. Mind yourself around Xena, and respect Onok, and you should fit in well enough."

Harthrou

Along the journey to the SunSet Beach, they had crossed through terrain that was all too familiar to the Marwari-mix. Ethan's property lay along the foothills on the other side of the White River Mountain Range, causing the stallion to become flighty and more than a little insistent that Nightshade pick up his pace and get them through that troubling patch of land.

Eventually they'd made it through without trouble, and thanks to the tail end of the storm moving through the area, their tracks had been neatly obscured, erasing any sign that Harth and his family had passed through. By the time they'd reached the small meadow, Harth was taking in the sights of his new home, and finding the land far more agreeable than the little patch of mountain they'd been hiding out in for the past few months.

"Onok? Xenarona, Callaquioa... got it. As long as they don't harass Coltrane or Darkia, we won't have any problems." Harth answered back, his attitude suggesting he had a lot of learning to do when it came to living in a wild herd. "I'm Harthrou by the way."

Darkia and Coltrane

Darkia wound from Ethan's burning healing. Coltrane was stronger now as well. He followed his mother and father

Nightshade

"Well met, Harthrou. Darkia, Coltrane." The stag nodded at the other two, gathering their name from the stallion's feisty statement. "I would recommend resting in this meadow tonight, or in the cove there. Onok can formerly meet you in the morning." Before parting ways to one of his 'nests', Nightshade gave a short, bellowing call to announce to the herd that they had friendly visitors. Following that, the exhausted deer retreated to a corner of the meadow, where a cluster of young cedar trees and soft, browned grass were calling his name.