The spotted stallion has been attempting to find himself since his own decline into loneliness. He had all but disappeared from the shores of the islands after his loss to Vidarr and as a result had found himself without a home. Since his return he has met with Nyimara briefly with a proposition of protection for the Dunes but the copper-hued woman had yet to respond.

Due to the lack of response currently, he has found himself wandering once more. He seldom visits the common places and finds himself marveling at this secluded corner he has stumbled upon. The mountain above looms into the greying winter sky. The starkness of the peak against the otherwise open air is enough to render him uncharacteristically still, though only briefly. He finds himself slightly alarmed by the conditions that appear to be spiraling around him. Where moments ago there had been a quiet calm, the deafening roar from above quickly creates an ominous sense of foreboding within his chest. He sees what appears to be a piece of the precipice break away even has his mind knows that to be implausible. The flash of ebony beckons his gaze even as the fleeing woman knocks against his shoulder. He sucks in air abruptly from the sting of her unintended blow but is intelligent enough to register that he too should run.

He pivots quickly, slipping slightly on the iciness of the path. He gathers himself and lurches forward in pursuit of the whirlwind of a woman already many paces ahead of him. Following her example, he too declines to check behind him for fear that he may be consumed by this unfamiliar cascade of snow and ice.

He finds himself within the excruciatingly chilly waters before he realizes that he has fled into the Falls. Labored breathing causes his muscular chest to heave unceremoniously as his bright blue eyes finally gaze at the pitch colored mare that he apparently chased even as she chose to hide behind the falls. He chuckles softly as the nervousness from near death attempts to dissipate from his body. "Apologies for following so close. I do hope whatever snow-demon that is cannot smother us back here." While his words sound like a jest, his gaze turns back to the falls that have them hidden from view as he finds himself hoping that the reach of the avalanche is not quite this far.