Out of the kindness of your heart (and wallet), also because you loved your dear Haurchefant ever so, you gave him the place of his dreams: a quaint little chocobo ranch. Ever since he had begun recovery for the wound made by the spear of light, you had worked on it – with the help of a few trusted and good acquaintances. It was a smaller ranch, yet still a ranch. When it was finished, and you gave him the rights to the place a year ago, he tried his very hardest to visit once a day. Just to assure the place was running smoothly, that the attendants were alright as well.

Being the Warrior of Light was a taxing job, you weren’t granted a lot of freetime. However when you were, you found yourself seeking Haurchefant out. Letters of promises to hold you close the next time you are together serving as motivation to trudge through any snowstorm.

Of course, you tracked him down to be at the ranch. It was a Friday afternoon, where else would he have been? When you arrived at the place near Tailfeather, in the Chocobo Forest, he was pampering a black chocobo in the fenced area. There was a gate that could be locked, yet it never was, really. Haurchefant kept it open.

“Why, aren’t you bound to be the most rapt steed, hmm?” He was mumbling to the animal as he stroked its head. Spoiling the bird with all the praise it could dream of, it seemed. “Show-stopping with those stellar, well-presented feathers…”