Spencer was one of the many refugees from Star City who got carried along into exodus aboard the Destiny when the ship served as an escape vessel for as many people as she could hold. Like many, he was a little skeptical at the barren desert mountain that was (in a sense) offered up to them as habitable land, but more than most he found the work incredibly fulfilling once it was begun. He been a database technician in his Star City days, but finding himself with hands in dirt and stone and working up a real sweat for the first time in his life proved exhilarating in ways he'd never expected. Heck, even digging ticks and burrs out of his fur was a novel experience! Tris'Hath was a living, breathing world!

He eventually came to party up with Harley Terrell's band of ranchers, where he persistently proves clumsy but indefatigable. He still can't twirl a lasso right, and every now and then his new horse still spooks and throws him at the predator-esque scent he apparently has to the stubborn beast, but he hasn't yet given up on climbing back into that saddle. He gets laughed at, sure, but if there's a hand in range of him he's come to realize it'll usually be offered to help him back up. He feels far more involved both with life and with other people than he ever did punching numbers on Star City, and he ain't about to give up easy!