The situation before him, is a situation entirely new to Kestral, and yet no fear quickens his pulse. The spotted stallion stands in easy repose. His ears remain tipped pleasantly forward, and his eyes follow, both the movements of Kyuubi's body, and the shapes her lips make as she speaks.

"I know not what herd lay claim to this land, and it matters none to me." Kestral confesses in even tones. "You claim a land, but you cannot tame it. You claim a body, but you cannot harness the soul." The earth belongs to everyone and no one at all. We squabble over it, as if such conflict serves any purpose, but in the end, we all become the earth.

Kyuubi can cage the bird, but he doesn't have to sing for her.

Visions of the night foretold of a great mountain, like the one upon which he stands. Kestral does not yet know the reason he is here, but this is where he belongs. If his wings should be clipped, then so be it. There is a greater purpose to had, or a lesson to be learned. Kestral will fill whatever role he is meant to fill here in the Peak.