Somehow the crisp late autumn air always seemed crisper here in the Dale, wilder somehow, and Rhaego loved it. He was glad for his choice of lands, though there were a select few that still found it undesirable. Whether that was due to the more mountainous and highland type climate or simply due the fact that he was the one in control of it and it's inhabitants, he did not know nor care. All that mattered was he was happy with it... and at least a few of his herd was as well.

The thundering skies and trembling earth had startled the stocky brute the same as it surely did many others who experienced the event, even within the relative safety of the Forbidden Dale. The ground still shook and the lightning still flashed in being so close to the source but for the most part it seemed contained to the south and west in the directions of all other lands which had been a part of the fog-shrouded meadows. Wildlife scattered in fear and in the distance somewhere, Rhaego heard the baying howl of a wolf. A tremor of uncertainty coursed through the mighty stallion as he stood in an open area of rolling hills near the narrow lake, braced and at full attention in response to the unexpected happening. His ears alternated between standing erect and flattening into coarse ivory-streaked mane as he stared up towards the mountains with wide mahogany eyes. The blanket of dense white mist rolled and undulated just beyond the peaks all to the south and even across the divide that separated him from the grand valley of Paraiso. He stood like this for a long time, gaze narrowing with the passing minutes and unwilling to turn away lest the clouds of white decide the distant lands were not enough - the strange occurrence unnerved him greatly but at least the cloying mists did not seem to be spreading any farther towards his home for which he was immensely satisfied. Come what may for the other lands... he had been through with them anyhow.

Fully entranced by the distant mists, Rhaego was slow to react to the beckoning feminine call which resounded across the hills and valleys a time later. There was a note of urgency to the call, perhaps brought on by the strange happenings and slowly, the Swedish Draft turned his head away from the mountain peaks to look out across the rolling hills of his home, an deep and heaving huff blasting from his nostrils. Resolute to not be bothered by the fate of neighboring lands, Rhaego lurched into a fluid and ground covering trot towards the foothills, head lowered slightly just below his withers and ears held somewhat flattened as he moved towards the caller. Powerful muscles extended and contracted in easy fashion, propelling his robust figure down and over the terrain - nearly completely flawless except for just the slightest trace of a limp on his back left leg, where a distinct silver-black scar marred his flank. Many more scars littered his back and chest, with another larger scar just above his withers. Though the voice he'd heard was female, Rhaego showed no hesitation to meet this stranger with violence if need be... however as he drew nearer and the champagne pair came into view, the brute's ears pressed forward in abrupt recognition. He lifted his head proudly higher, a glint shining in his dark brown eyes. "Well, hello there... Talien." The words grated pleasantly in the harsh rumble of his deep voice as he took her appealing appearance in, eyes raking her fine curves the way they had before in their stolen time at the lake... the night when the pale coated filly at her side had been conceived. The burly stallion had slowed to a halt a length or two from them, but now casually stepped nearer, eyeing the youth with blatant interest along with her mother.