His journey is long and uneventful. Gilgamesh knows the paths to and from Icicle Isle that will take him as far away from the resident herd as possible, and he uses them religiously. The giant stallion is ... well, he prefers to keep to himself.
"It's safer that way," he remembers his mother once telling him. "The others are dangerous."
It's a lesson Gil has never forgotten. When other equines come north, the brown mottled man actively avoids them, keeping tabs on where they are and ensuring he is somewhere else. It's how he's lived here this long unnoticed... or presumably unnoticed. If someone knows he's there, they haven't come to bother him.
Gilgamesh plows through the snow as it gets deeper, turning his gaze upwards. The skies are clear for now, but he knows intimately how fast the weather can turn up here. He hopes it does. Once he has his bone, he needs a fresh snowfall to clean it in. Though, how will the faerie know if it's fresh or not? Would she know if he just rolled it in the snow that fell two days ago? With a soft, steam-laden snort, he decides not to risk it. She's magic, after all. She may just know.
Finally, he reaches his destination. Gilgamesh rounds the rocky path that will lead him into the Cavern of Bones ... and comes face to face with a dragon.
Shocked, the giant spooks backwards, ears pinning back to his neck while he throws his head high. Backing up, the stallion fills his lungs and expels the air sharply out of his nostrils in a warning. The man halts and watches the dragon, daring to lift an ear while leaving the other pinned in a wary, questioning expression, but he says nothing.
@[Leilan] OOC: of course! sorry for my ill-socialized dummy haha