It's another lazy day in the desert. There is the grey, looming promise of rain in the distance - which they need desperately, Canta muses - and it's stiflingly humid. Winter does not exist here: there is only dry and wet.

The herd is quiet today, perhaps biding their energy for when the rains come. They are littered around the main oasis, tucked away amongst rock and sand and trees and dying grass. Encantador has one hind leg cocked comfortably, and his chin rests on the withers of Daenerys. Though his brown eyes are half-closed with sleep, his ears are ever alert on top of his raven crest, flicking back and forth. Dany hasn't told him yet, but he's sensed a change in her, noticed a gentle swell to her skinny body that hadn't been there before. He's almost certain she's carrying his child - their first foal together - and his instincts are to stay near her at all times.

When he hears the call echoing across the desolate landscape from the direction of the coast, he wearily lifts his head and hesitates. He doesn't wish to leave Dany's side or the shade of the oasis, but he knows it's his duty; even if El Aran's his lead mare, it's not her responsibility to see off potential threats. And in the case of a guest, she isn't always the most accommodating, he muses with a wry smile.

Departing his herd, he travels over the shifting sands at a brisk trot, his tail flagged to help keep his balance. His manner is confident, his dark eyes trained on the shore as he follows the summons, and soon enough, as he reaches the flat, craked earth that precedes the beach, he spots the dark, imposing figure. A pang of dread tugs at his belly, but he ignores his initial suspicion and instead whickers a call of greeting as he approaches the strange male.

His breath is brisk, his nostrils flared as he finally slows to a halt. He gives the stranger a once-over, noticing the unusual hairiness of this specimen, and holds his head high. "Encantador at your service," he offers politely, but no smile is given. He needs to ascertain whether this male is a threat before he can play the smiling chaffeur. "What brings you to the desert today?"