Rhaego was a stallion that had a tendency to come off as uncaring, cruel, and a complete and utter jerk on many, if not most occasions - especially as of late to the strangers who aimlessly wandered into the Dale without due welcome. But he was also a stallion governed by reason and fact - even in the most unlikely of times when it seemed that he acted on impulse alone. There was always a reason for his actions, if one was to truly look hard enough for one. He was not a senseless or dim-witted brute... no, Rhaego was far more calculating than that.

Within the ebony stud before him, he did not sense an enemy, at least not at this moment; and if he were wrong, Rhaego was confident that with his superior size, he'd prevail in a battle between the two of them if it were to happen. There was nothing to lose... which meant everything to gain. Rhaego had already come to this conclusion in the time that he had remained silent and watchful, dark eyes flickering sharply over the hardy stallion with thoughts and plans. A part of him missed the brotherly bond he shared with the bachelors before he had come to Mist Meadows - and well, he was willing to see if he and this stranger could get along as decently as that.

Rhaego was not oblivious to the puzzled expression that Black Nightmare gave him, but he merely breathed a deep breath - keeping his focus trained sharply upon the midnight stallion; he might be offering him a home and a place among the herd, but that did not mean that he couldn't change his mind in a moment' s notice if the stallion gave him reason to suspect this was a bad idea. Yet when the other's answer came, Rhaego huffed in pleasure. "Good." He flipped his head up slightly to shake heavy locks of ivory-streaked forelock from his eyes. "Perhaps we can get along well, after all."

Shifting his own weight idly, the bay dun stallion turned his head to the side slightly, casting a contemplative look across the rolling slopes of the Dale - littered with clusters of wooded areas, small streams here and there, and a variety of meadow grasses and shrubs. It was autumn and grasses and trees had began grow dull and shed their leaves in preparation for the harsh winter season, but the Dale's plant life was surprisingly well adapted to the higher and cooler elevations - so things were still relatively lush. "There should be no worries for the cold weather ahead - there's forage a plenty and a lake. The Dale fairs well during the winter, though it does tend to stay a little colder than the rest." Rhaego studied the stallion as he said these words. "I will be finishing my patrol now, you can follow and see more of the Dale... or stay here and look around on your own." The stallion's tone was indifferent, nonchalant... though if Black Nightmare decided on the latter, Rhaego mentally noted that he would purposefully keep his patrol short and nearby, just until he was certain that the black stallion was true to his word.