The horse, a larger-than-normal black stallion, rode out from the herd to meet them, speaking in a deep, baritone voice. "Welcome to my lands, oh king of distant territory," the horse said, offering a polite bow. "I am Windchaser, and these behind me are my herd. I ask that you not draw closer, as they are skittish, and we have many young foals with us, whom I would not want to have to fight to defend. I am certain you understand?"