The solace of the desert is his companion most days, the din of Cain's herd always nearby but never quite capturing his attention. It is a strange thing to be in company once more, to be a part of something larger than yourself and he still struggles to accept it. Crow has always preferred his herds small and close knit, which was why losing them so far in the past had been so devastating. It was hard not to feel like a failure when the ones you hold the most dear are ripped from both you and your protection, and then made to suffer for it.

These thoughts do not linger on his mind today, however. Spring is near, and while it will not affect the balmy lands of the Desert overly much, Crow knows that it will bring with it the sounds of Cain's children amongst the sand. This, he does very much look forward to.

Movement in his periphery has his gaze flicking toward the approaching creature and he is genuinely surprised to find that it is the haughty desert mare he'd met in the Commons. He tracks her movement across the desert, and is not ashamed to say that there is a visceral feeling of pleasure in seeing her here. She fit in exactly as he had expected she would, as though she'd been born on these sands. Both dark rimmed ears prick forward as she pauses, her figuring stilling a short distance away.

An amused grin slides onto his lips as he gives in to her minor power play, shifting his position to join the silver coated beauty with an inclination of his own head. Her dismissive snort is not unexpected, considering how little esteem she had held for him in the Commons. Unfortunately, he doubted that time had done anything for her opinion of him, and he lacked the good news that would help her warm to him.

"I am glad you like my home, Najaat. You are welcome to stay for as long as you wish." His face sobers before he speaks again. "I have not, unfortunately. Your milky eyed, black oracle was neither in the Meadow, nor here on the island of Salem, of what I can tell. I'm sorry."

Out of habit, he extends his muzzle as if to offer comfort before thinking better of it and pulling back, ears flicking back with. A snowball in hell probably had a better chance at not melting than he did at consoling the fierce desert mare. "Where else have you looked?"

Considering the time that has passed, Crow would not be surprised if she had also searched other islands. Her desperation had been great in the Commons, and he felt for her loss.