He relaxed, watching her with a small hiss. "I see.. Well then. It is... nice to meet you. I won't bite if you don't touch me." He huffed lowly, narrowing his eyes. "I am Sengit. You are?"

"Wouldn't say that, but alright." He hummed. "So, how'd you find me? This place is.. pretty remote." He tilted his head slightly

He sniffed the charm, flicking his tongue out lightly against it. "Mmm.. Just a regular old charm. Has a kinda... cherry taste to it, but nothing odd." He cocked an eyebrow, tilting his head.

"Uh-huh... I doubt it. That old coot probably hasn't left whatever penthouse in heaven he lives in." He hissed, flashing his fangs

Dulcis | Stallion | Horse | Mentions: Kara

Dulcis listened with his usual gentle demeanor, taking her words into consideration, moving his jaw side to side as if rolling her words across his tongue, tasting for truth. His broad head swung to the east, where the sun rose every night. Farther from his homeland than ever. But he'd go regardless. Perhaps, this journey to Bathmothet would lift him to some sort of divine state. Maybe the six that went every hundred years acted as advisors and assistants to Bathmothet. The world was pretty big. Maybe too big for someone, no matter how ethereal, to watch over alone. This idea made a curious feeling appear in Dulcis' stomach. He'd be glad to serve his god.

After eyeing the eastern horizon for a few moments, Dulcis' head moved back to Kara, dipping into the river for another drink. The fish, unfortunately, still had not returned. He couldn't blame them. He'd be afraid too if he encountered someone with the same size ratio as he had to these fish. They were beautiful, though. But beauty if fleeting, and often doesn't quite make it to the inside. He lifted his white nose, water rolling off it and beading on his whiskers. He spotted her tiredness, her worn paws, and wondered just how far this spring coated creature had traveled. Dulcis had come far, but his eyes were always tired, his hooves worn just as they always were. They kept growing, he kept walking.

He sent his tail skittering across his flank as more of a reflex than anything, a way to draw his attention to something else aside from the rather formidable task ahead of them. Just as he'd thought before, it was a big, big world. It would be a difficult, trying journey to find the other four. They could be separated by oceans, or mountains, or entire continents. "We might have a long way to go. We should get some rest." His voice was soft, but decisive. The harder they pushed themselves, the harder the adventure would become. There was no use dying before their time, especially if Bathmothet needed them.

The only question left in Dulcis' mind was how bears slept. Did they just flop over in the open? Did they burrow underground? Did they sleep standing up, like he did, only laying down occasionally to reach a deep sleep? Did they live in the mountains? The young stallion had never seen a bear in winter, maybe they slept through the snows, and stayed awake the rest of the year. If so, then it would be a tad awkward. But maybe this skewbald beast could stand guard while Dulcis slept. He already trusted her, as he did with nearly everything he met. She was one of the six as well, what did she have to gain by harming him?

The answer was nothing. And she might be punished if she did decide to kill him. So Dulcis decided upon the happy medium. He would lock his knees, cock a hind foot, and sleep standing up. He could always run, and that way, if the two were threatened, he wouldn't hinder them by having to clamber to his hooves. But he stayed awake to hear Kara's decision, if she agreed or not. It would be rude to fall asleep on someone unannounced, anyway.

"Guess we go search for the others."

Dulcis | Stallion | Horse | Mentions: Kara, Jagger

The perfect place? Dulcis' mind reeled. What place was perfect? Not even his homeland was perfect. It stormed and snowed and when the snows came, so did famines. It was far from perfect, but the healthy horses survived for the most part, keeping their gene pool strong. And he loved his home. He loved the mountains, the pine forests, the deer and coyotes and foxes. He loved the birds that sang from spring to fall, building nests and raising their young. He adored the bear cubs that came out in spring, fuzzy and small, but so very bold. No, it wasn't perfect, but it was home. Where did this bear come from, then? Dulcis tried to imagine his perfect home. Lots of grass, ponds to swim in, horsey friends all around, birds to watch and mountains in the distance. This bear must live somewhere gorgeous!

As for the sun, Dulcis had only one answer: "The sun shines to show us the beauty of this place we live. The sun shines, it sets, the moon shines, it sets, and the sun shines again. That's how it's always been." This six months of darkness? What was this? Dulcis couldn't imagine not seeing the sun for six months. Wait. How long was a month? Ah, well. There were more important matters. Kara proposed the question of how he slept; exactly what he was wondering. But before he could reply, Kara let out a screech that sent Dulcis back a stride, concerned, one dark hoof finding itself fetlock deep in the water. Was she bring attacked by the creature that had grappled itself to her mottled side? Was it killing her? He didn't see blood, and her screams had taken on a happier note.

The prey inside Dulcis made him look cautiously around, only slightly worried about what those screams might attract. He instead watched, still a little concerned, as the two seemingly reunited. Curious. Very curious. The bay stallion decided to wait a bit, allowing the joyous moment to run its course. He peered over Kara, a relatively easy feat considering the size difference, at the brown bear following behind. Now that was a bear he recognized. It looked just like the bears that frequented his mountains, just larger and lighter. That touch of familiarity plucked a string in his massive heart, and he pined for home. He missed those five horses he'd grown close to after the lead stallion of his mother's band ran him out. He'd long since stopped missing his dam, but she still held a piece of his heart. And of course, Dulcis missed the fish.