Autumn has arrived. The bitter wind howled through Taiga early that morning, blowing his tangled white mane to one side of his neck instead of both, as it usually sits. Skeleton Ghoul doesn't mind -- quite the opposite. The cold months are his favorite. Still, it's been a while since he's left Taiga, so the titanic stud casually makes his way down south towards the Field. 

The grazing here is still thick and green, a perfect opportunity for the sharp-toothed stallion to gorge before the cold kills it all. He does just that for several hours, not seeing many others, until an average-sized spotted mare turns up. Skeleton Ghoul smells her before he sees her, and lifts his head, chewing like a goat. He waits until they are closer together, pausing his grazing in order to look at her with empty, white eyes. 

"New here?"

Pinned ears on a mare are never a good sign. Skeleton Ghoul keeps a polite distance (and by polite, he means he's out of kicking range), only watching her. The wind kicks up again, bitter and biting, blowing his tangled, faerie-braided all over the place -- he waits for her to say something else besides just "Yes", but apparently that's all she's got. Oh, great. The conversation is riding on his dubious ability to be charming.

Chewing and swallowing another mouthful (his front teeth are all sharp but he still has molars, thankfully), Skel takes in a breath. "Name's Skeleton Ghoul," the stallion offers. "Or Skel, is fine. That's what most people in Taiga call me."

As if to show he has no intention of being a threat, despite his teeth and being about two thousand pounds, the titan drops his head and resumes grazing. She can tell him her name if she wants, or not. It's up to the spotted woman.

He nods. "It is a pleasure to meet you, then, Ull." 

The woman asks about Taiga, and finally, Skel has something he can talk about. He is awful at this recruiting thing. The stallion snatches another mouthful of grass, chewing it as he contemplates his answer.

"It is the land of giants," the titan finally replies. "The follow the river north from here until the mist becomes thick and persistent. Cross the river then, and you will be in Taiga -- trees as tall and old as time, that blot out the sky. There, even titans like me feel small. I love it there, and there are no strangers to Taiga, should you ever feel the urge to go visit."