I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU
In truth he had smelled the new comers stink the moment he lingered at their borders. The gentle breezes not only brought a welcome coolness to ones hide, but with them they brought information. Smells. Always smells, ever since he was a child he had been groomed for scent tracking. It was a painstaking learning process to master such a skill, but Killdare was not the type to just roll over, belly-up and quit. Everyone within the Chamber realm had made a scent memory in the bay stallions mind, so when something unfamiliar blew in, he knew.
Not to mention the Queens birds. Frightfully vocal things, always sounding the alarm, shrieking god-knows-what in their insistent caws. He knew the young stag would be wandering their way, sooner or later, with an answer. Best be a good one.
Normally he would have been quick to approach, but the young bay had made a lofty mistake as to demand his presence. Oh, really? No, no my friend, only the Queen bid him as she would. Even Warship, Erebor, would have seen a faster response, an appropriate come when called. This however, was deserving of a nice long wait.
It's only when the distant blends of brown and white pass through the trees that he has any intentions of greeting the lad. He's not far off, simply biding his time, testing the blood bay boys patience. His own as well, might be he would not be so kindly in his greeting, but wait...cool down, that's it.
His ears pull forward, the softest hint of the Queen's movements, she was ever so skilled at moving through the pines. More so than he would ever be, but he had shown vast improvement in his time here- rolling along the sentinels bark. And he does so now, forging a diagonal path to the small gathering, inhaling the richness of the forest. When he does arrive, it is with wings half-cocked, a menace of show for the haughty boy. Much like anything with wings will do to make itself bigger, more imposing. The vanner-cross hardly needed the added size, but sometimes a message must be sent. A playful smirk for their raven Queen.
"Straia, have you taken a cold?" He looks to the painted mare with concern, before snapping his head to the boy. "I know for certain you wouldn't be demanding my presence" Shaking his scaled and talon wings out, spreading them wider with a snort of irreverence to the bay colt.