"I don't recall giving you my full name."

He has snuck up on them to the best of his ability, granted the landscape is wide and flat and they had most likely seen, if not smelled or heard him. The appearance of the mare he'd met in the common was a welcome relief from the psychological torment he'd been experiencing; indeed, the moment he had spotted her dark, almost black silhouette, he'd felt a little thrill, a surge of pleasure for his ego.

She had come after all. "Been snooping around, have we?"

Now he stands in the blazing sun, looking at the two equine before him with a small smirk of bemusement on his lips. He carries himself differently now than he had the first time he'd met Sova. His foul mood from before had thankfully been a one-off, for Encantador disliked being miserable even when he felt it was appropriate. His head is high, his expression calm and friendly, his ears twisted forwards with attentiveness. One striped hind leg is cocked in a manner that suggests nonchalance.

"Mellow, how are you?" he enquires politely of his beta, and takes a moment to look the coppery male over. Suddenly he remembers that he still has not had a proper chat with the quiet man, and makes a mental note to do so later. "I see you've met..." he trails off, lifting his brow ridges at the smoky mare in an enquiring manner. It is a strange feeling, meeting someone for the second time when he doesn't know her name, but he hides his bewilderment well.