The gentle murmur of conversation was more of a comforting background noise to the stallion rather than a reminder of the presence of the others. He had quickly grown accustomed to not being completely engulfed in the situational silence of the forest, and was growing to enjoy the soundless company of the others- even if they did seem to completely ignore him. Vercingetorix preferred to linger at the edges of the herd, giving everyone ample amounts of personal space, and only driving into the herd when he sensed a threat.

Otherwise he was a presence that was only at the edges of their minds, and it seemed that he had an unspoken agreement with the rest of the herd that he could bed down with them when the day turned into night, and they would let him hang around the edges of the group undisturbed. Recently, he had found himself all but attached at the hip to the buckskin mare that had followed him home from the commons. Once or twice they had initiated some more love-making, ensuring that the stallion's seed took and that the woman would carry his child this season. The red dun found himself somewhat satisfied with the company of the buckskin, and pulling himself away from her affections and the rest of the herd was somewhat out of character for him during the autumn.

Now though, after he had quietly summoned the brown mare through the thick fog, the stallion drags his eyes back to the herd, picking some more familiar figures out of the fog thanks to their unique features that made them so different in shape. Vercingetorix did have the time to note that today was one of the days that the group had decided to remain somewhat segregated, and that later he would be free to weave through their ranks without being reprimanded or deterred.

Blinking, he can see the small, slim silhouette of the brown mare moving through the fog from a different direction of the herd, proving to the stallion that she had decided to stay just as apart from the herd as he did in the less enticing months of the year. Turning towards her, he watches as she timidly reaches forwards with her nose, ears turned back to her mane and muzzle extended to greet his. He too stretches his nose forwards to meet hers, exchanging breath with her and sniffing at her muzzle for a few moments before she speaks up. Vercingetorix had noted before that she seemed to be a shy creature, and seemed more likely to cringe against the robust presence of Serenity, who had become her protector and companion. He did not think it strange that Owl should choose to stay apart from the others, but he did find it strange that she had been so quick to bond with the appaloosa.

“Good morning.” He says softly in reply, eyes flicking to one side as a curious bystander lifts her head to watch the two before turning back to mind her own business, finding that the stallion and the mare were not worth her time and interest. Once again he is scanning the small face of the mare before speaking. “I'm surprised you're not with Serenity.” Sometimes, the stallion found the appaloosa mare's company to be exhausting, but other times he found her to be a breath of fresh air compared to the more serious personalities that filled up the forest. Inching forwards, the stallion reaches towards the mare with his nose, aiming to brush his lips against her shoulder if she did not step back in refusal.