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Arwen, who had been grazing, noticed something in the distance and lifted her head. Her eyes widened, and she began to gallop over to Horus as fast as she could, her tail streaming behind her. "Horus, darling, what happened?" She asked, looking him over.
Pigment black as ink seemed to be creeping at an alarming pace from a particular bite wound on his neck, that appeared inflicted by a massive beast's jaws, the skin on the edges of the wound quickly becoming necrotic.
"Rescued him," he uttered, indicating with a swish of his tail to the little black pup that sat next to him, it's head cocked and it's endearingly childish, yet piercing red eyes gazing up at Arwen. "T-ake c-care of him." Horus wheezed before falling unconcious from blood loss.
Arwen breathed shakily, looking down at Horus. "Oh no..." She breathed, before looking over at the pup. "Stay here!" She said, before taking off to the dogwood she used as a place of thought. She quickly found the dragon's scale he had given her, then galloped back to Horus as fast as her legs could carry her. Arwen stopped right next to him, gently placing the scale on his wound. (If you are wondering if I made this up, I did not.
duckluv's dragon stopped by and gave Arwen a magical scale from him body to help her heal wounds.)
Arwen, after putting the scale upon Horus, looked over at the puppy.
