The other stallion was not in the best condition, Olaf could see that as plain as day but he carried himself with a confidence that could make him friend or foe. While the stallion asserted himself as someone capable of a fight, he did not rise to the challenge Olaf had set him. The dark stallion huffed sharply and drew his head back, caramel eyes taking a long , hard look at the other male. His coat was thin and somewhat dull with bones jutting beneath the skin. Olaf might have found him a pitiful creature if not for his show of strength.

The stallion introduced himself, Urga'rok Bloodmane. He had met horses with somewhat similar names before, though Urga'rok was new to him and he wondered what culture it came from. Olaf did not care to ask yet and did not get the chance as the other male continued. Olaf watched the male with an unwavering gaze, silently trying to gauge his sincerity. He seemed to be on the level and if he proved unworthy, Olaf could run him out of the dunes. "Your offer sounds reasonable Urga'rok Bloodmane.” He conceded, "I am Olafur Wolfheart, son of Kisei and Ársæl the brave.” He did not expect the stallion to know either of his parent’s names but such introductions bred formality.

"You may stay on the fringes of my herd until you prove yourself capable of defending and growing your own. When you find yourself a mare, you and your herd will have access to best my territory has to offer. Until then, you will remain on the outskirts.” If the stallion could not gain the mare’s he suggested would keep him warm on the cold desert nights, then he was not worthy of living in Olaf’s home. There was little point in having a second who could not pull his own weight "Should you prove unsuccessful by spring, you will leave.” A reasonable agreement.