[bic] turn and face these empty eyes
The atmosphere was undeniable; Dohi knew, immediately upon approaching it, that it was something entirely suited to them. The soft whispers of his custom, self-made boots on the ground met with the gentle calls of the wapiti, and Adonvdo followed obediently behind. The free Appaloosa could have, at any point in his life, turned and left Dohi's side and he would be left without a horse, but some sort of faithfulness existed between the two, perhaps connected firmly to his own meditative nature. He hadn't always been like that, but after his own Journey so long ago, Dohi had been far from the fiery youth he had grown up as. His desires to be a leader had disappeared over time, and Nvwadohiyadv had helped considerably with it.
Here, the gentle voice of the osprey (as much a voice as it could be) reminded him, and the tuxedo turned his head gently to the right. His eyes followed the length of the defensive fence, and while a small shiver rushed up his spine at the thought of being confronted with it (of course there was a way past them into the reserve, because humans weren't entirely stupid, but he didn't know what it was) in a hurry, but he let his peaceful core remind him that it would serve more of a benefit to the tribe.
His dark haired sister wasn't far off, and the bi-toned wolf made his way quietly over to her. The wind swept his black hair around a little, but he didn't care much to do any correction when longer bits of the front fell over his warm hazel eyes; he merely stood beside her looking in to the land with the osprey Guide sitting firmly on one of Adonvdo's saddlebags.
This place has others, too, he stated, though he knew it was hardly needed. If he could feel the presence of other spirits here, spirits that were more than simple guides, so could she. That was a comfort to the Ulagahasti, even though comfort was rarely required in his case, and he smiled a little. Fitting; it has a very level atmosphere.