The cross-breed stallion had never been this high in the mountains before, but had heard enough stories of the Temple to know where to go. More or less. The strong scent of other creatures further helped to guide the chocolate-colored Ultair to the exact area.

Slowing down as he approached the temple, Ultair looked back to the other two stallions he was leading, "From what I've heard, this pack is made of a wide aray of creatures..." At this, the horse gave a faint snort. Though he was more open-minded than his brother, he still didn't quite fancy the idea of living with predators. "I'm not sure of their alliances or.. policies... but they are rumored to be peaceful."

The stallions couldn't have picked a worse time to arrive. One of his Members had killed another member. And he was just about ready to beat them all. The male was stalking through the mountains, all fire and anger when he saw the stallion come forth. Don't move. Just stand there. It was now or never to have this meeting, and he was going to do it only once. You had two chances in this pack. Screw it up, and you'll be in a living hell.

The four felines had been conversing in the sun when they heard Baphomet. Eyes narrowed in confusion, Vulcan led the other three down the mountainside towards the wolf and stallions, casting a quizzing look at the equines. "What do you need?" Asked Venus, the cougar, as all eyes turned on their leader.

Next to arrive was Draven, after just finishing a rabbit that he had caught. With blood drying round his muzzle, he tried his best to lick it off, as he joined the group around Baphomet in silence.

With his usual fun-loving demeanor, Saxton trotted to the gathering tumult of various creatures, though his face grew grimmer as he noticed Baphomet's obvious displeasure. Had... something gone wrong?

A streak of silver and a yowl drew his attention to the branches above him. On one of the many springy limbs perched Tyranus, peacably curled up, shaking his head to himself. Canines...

Behind Ultair came two others, though Kiran almost shied back before his uncle nipped him harshly to send him forward. The nephew had never seen so many non-equine creatures before. It made him... uneasy.

Avi came up beside Ultair, eyeing all of the creatures about in a cold but not unfriendly way. It was the kind of... I'm not scared of you, so get over yourselves attitude that one develops after being at the hands of all kinds of tortures. But both remained silent, assuming that Ultair knew some of those gathered.