Trainwreck snorted to himself, looking at the sky and noticing even more birds flocking overhead. He mocked them for a moment, controlling his urge to shoot them from the shy, and then returned his attention Candra as she spoke. Rim of Heaven sounded appeasing. Perhaps the present occupants would choose to be on their side. If they did not, they would be forced to do so. Without a word, or a look back, he set off towards the lands, knowing the fillies would follow him to stake their claim in the land as well.
Candra propelled off, her flaming tresses flowing in the wind as she caught up to Trainwreck. Cream daggers hit the muddy grasses as smoke flew up from the ground the moment her flames touched it. Lengthening her stride, she let herself fall into place just a length in front of them as they galloped. Perhaps, Dominique wouldn't keep up. It would have just been too good if she lost her way or did not follow.
Seeing the mountain range in the distance, it was obvious as to where they were going. The Rim of Heaven was not a filthy land, like some of the others. Surprisingly, no one lived there that had not hellion blood in their lineages. Only some lowly traveling wolves, the king, and the queen had ever set foot upon that land. Allies could help; maybe even sharing the land with them would be a good idea. Of course, the highest form of command would still be theirs. Wouldn't it be interesting if they could craft the current dwellers into what they were?