He'd gotten his freedom a while back. And although Balian had somewhat started to kind of like a couple of the wolves of Fireside, he simply could not get himself to stay considering he was forced there against his will. Now, however, he actually missed the company of wolves. He'd been wandering on his own for a while with no herd. And the bachelor stallion was no longer used to the life of a lone wanderer. Granted, he had his howler monkey companion to keep him company, it just wasn't the same as having a pack of wolves around. The desert stallion was capable of taking care of himself and defending against predators. But...he supposed he just liked having them around. They were good conversationalists, and he knew he could learn alot from them. Besides, he was just as capable as any other species. While he didn't hunt for meat, he didn't mind helping them do it. He didn't know anything about the other packs that lived in these lands, so he just picked a direction and walked until he ended up at the borders of one. He knew it was dangerous to do that considering many wolves likely considered him a meal, but he was prepared. Should the wolves here decide to try and make him their lunch, he would either fight or run. But Balian wasn't really the type to run away at the first sign of danger, no. He was too stubborn for his own good. He stood at the border that smelled like the typical wolf scents, tail flicking behind him as he thought about how to call for the leader of this pack...he couldn't howl, so that was out of the picture...he could just walk in...but that was asking for trouble. So instead, he stood there as he thought about and weighed his options. "Speech"

Patrols weren't the most mentally taxing of activities, and while he took care to be consistently watchful and constantly sampling scents along the border, alert for anyone who had passed too near it or for the scents of other predators near that might need diverting, it still left much time for reflection and planning, and he was thus deep in thought when Eligos unexpectedly came upon a... horse. Standing there, upon the border, and not by accident either. The stallion, gold toned and black as Eli himself was but in reverse, seemed very aware of itself and its proximity to the border. Eligos, inured to prey-scent had been ignoring it as he approached in the expectation that it would simply flee his presence and so paying it no mind, was therefore very startled to have come around a bush and come face to face with it. He was himself quite tall for a wolf, more the size of a pony than an ordinary wolf, but a full sized stallion still had him craning his head back to look up at it as he froze, puzzled by its behavior.