Glyph's head came up, his nostrils flaring. There were scents on the wind that he didn't like. With foals in his herd, he didn't want to chance something drawing close to his herd, if he could help it.A sharp pain was spreading through her, rippling outward from an arrow that peirced her side. The fiery throbbing spread throughout her her body. Another arrow shot upwards, just missing her wings. The arrows were tipped with dragon saliva, wich was used to bring something down through pain, not death.
"Stay with the foals," he told Jewel and Nightmare. Spreading his wings, he took flight, whinnying to whomever the panicked creature was.