Standing on the beach with the wind dragging at his fur, Nahawi waited a short while. His blue eyes scanned the distant horizon that was coated in black with the night, but illuminated by stars that shine silver. The sky was beautifully clear and the moon was slowly coming into full size. It made him smile, standing in a dry and hot place, remembering that one night with Ararat and wondering how she was now with all the time having passed by.

Flicking his dark tipped ears, the red dun Shore stallion listened as hooves came his way. He could hear the crunching of sand under hooves and his head faintly tilted until his gaze latched onto a dark frame, one he could see faintly holding a red hue. THe stars and moon lit up the land, but not quite enough for Nahawi to see well and it was giving him a touch of anxiety. Normally he would like to meet in daylight, but Salem was a desert island and he had to make sure he ended up here at a time where others would be willing to speak and not shun him away.

Hearing the other horse speaking and now knowing it was the lead, Nahawi gave a faint dip of his head, but did not allow himself to be seen as inferior to this other horse. “I have. My name is Nahawi and I have come in search of allyship. I have left the Lagoon and claimed the Shore and I wish to search for anyone that could use aid and would offer it if times were to come in that way.” Nahawi was unsure of who all would end up coming after him, but he knew Garmr would not forget him with the faint plans he had already laid out in his royal flush of a hand.