It was bound to happen at some point. Certainly the Ridge was far from small and its occupants easily scattered amidst the tree's and hills, but an island it still remained, or half of one atleast. He could keep walking round and around the terrains boundaries for days one end come rain or shine, but eventually he would cross paths with Vodnik. And it appeared that the end of those isolated days had come. There was no turning tail and slipping back amongst the shadows. Even had he wished to he had ventured too far from the tree's, the sandy shores stretching out to eitherside whilst inland it faded off to to sparse grasses peeking out, rapidly thickening as the soils grew richer. And it was from those very tree's beyond the giant himself emerged.

There was no need for the other stallion to announce his presence. The blacks ears twitched as undergrowth protested, crushed and torn by the passing creature. He did not turn however as the heavy pace grew ever closer, though he did atleast choose to still his drifting along the sands and fell still once again. Perhaps his lead would merely move on with a nod, maybe upon a mission of his own Anonymous was not aware of. But swiftly it became apparent it was not so.

Nostrils flared slightly, a small betrayal of the nerves the others presence reawakened. But the many weeks alone had allowed him to slip back to his old ways, to press back down the worst of the doubts and uncertainties. But the mere reappearance of the multi toned stallion was enough to send a ripple through the stillness he'd become so comfortable with. Had Vodnik come to his senses in the time since they had last parted? The thought wove its way through his numbness though internally he fought to keep it with nothing more than a soft snort as his strong neck arched, finally turning his gaze towards the man himself.

"Vodnik." The simplest of greetings between the pair, and yet given their first it was certainly far more preferable. Silently he regarded the stallion. It had been easy to forget the size of the steed in their distance through the winter, but it was his features his eyes slide across, empty pools watching, judging. "If it remains so peaceful you shall have little need to keep me about," he finally rasps, falling slightly to the doubts that mock him and testing the waters. Would he agree and see him off into the waves as he had sought to two seasons ago?