It was how he'd first discovered the golden lady shortly after her arrival. This was also how he'd known where to find her, despite the way she avoided the more concentrated areas of the men who lived here. The uniquely spotted male had watched her deteriorate the longer she stayed a captive. Her gilded tones had been what first drew him in as every member of his family was nearly black in spite of the varying white patterns.

Her silence and seemingly numb stares off in oblivion made him greatly curious. What did she think about day in and day out as she avoided them all? She fascinated him. So, today -- unlike all the days he'd let pass before -- the young stallion stepped forward from the verdant landscape.

His eyes are filled with curiosity, but Alioth doesn't close the distance like a more aggressive brother would have. The soft scent of her so near distracted him a moment, allowing him to observe her. There is less of a secret in his gaze that he desires something of her, be it answers to his insatiable curiosity of her inner workings or the satisfaction of baser needs.