Long before the others had appeared their foot fall told of their approach. Dark, angular ears turned toward the sounds of the hoof falls and large nostrils flared as Rem tested the air for the scent of riders. Though by the time they managed to come within sight Rem seemed to be doing little than grazing as he watched them from the corner of an eye. He hoped they would simply pass him on by and leave him to continue about his way. There was much of these lands left to explore and he had yet to find that which he sought.

His large head lifted as they approached with ears pinned forward in a curious and welcoming expression. His sides shook as he whinnied a greeting to the other horses, though he eyed the rider with more caution than he regarded his companions. A few swishes of his tail was all that hinted at his mild annoyance and was casual enough that anyone might dismiss the gesture as trivial, as it was.

The pale eyes of the wolf seemed to search for another as if he suspected the large horse was not alone, but Rem had come without his canine companion. It was easier this way and no one would suspect that the horse alone was gather any sort of useful information. It was not as if he could relay his findings to his predatory counter part anyway, but that hardly made his knowledge useless. He would not waste his time being here if that were the case. Rem only looked directly at the mounted canine as it spoke what he recognized as one of the simplest of greetings. Dark eyes regarded the creature with little interest before Rem lowered his head and resumed his idle grazing as he turned away from them. Perhaps they would take no further interest in him and would be about their way. Leaving him to be about his own way.

If any scent of Anann’s still lingered upon him, the horse trusted that it was faint at best. It had been several days since he had left the borders and longer still since his charge had been capable of riding. It had been well over a month and for much of that time Anann had been stuck within the large and bulky four-legged form she possessed, though Rem only knew that it had simply been a long time. And then there was all his rolling. It was natural for horses to roll in dirt, to help shield against the bite of flies and to suffocate ticks and lice. However rolling for the purpose of scent cover was a tactic the horse had learned from his wolf brethren. So it was fragrant patches of flora that he often chose to roll in over bare patches of earth and their mild scent. In the mind of the horse it was unlikely that even the scent of his lands lingered upon him, if anything, he smelled only faintly of wolf. Not to say it was not enough for the pale eyed male to suspect he had a rider. His physical condition allow could easily lead one familiar with horses, as this one appeared to be, to deduce the truth.

The words of high speech were not lost on the horse, for he grasped the language of the lupines even if he could not duplicate their sounds. Still he paid the rider little attention and casually let the distance between them increase as seemed to do nothing more than graze idly. Yet, Male did not disregard him as he might have hoped. It wasn’t until the pale eyed creature spoke of capture that his head rose from the grass he nipped at. Dark eyes stared hard at the mounted wolf through the length of his forelock and nostrils widened in a snort. Unlikely was his only thought towards the matter. The thick mass of his long and curly tail flicked behind again, though angular ears pressed forward. It was the captured that he was interested in. Yet he was not sure how to address such a point to the unknown wolf, or if he could even be trusted. The creature had only issued you gentle words of warning and had yet to pressure the horse into fight or flight.