Two horses raced, full speed away from a dark skinned man. They had escaped. The man yelled Arabic obscenities at the horses, but they ignored him. It was the perfect moment for escape. The halters had been slipped off their perfectly curved noses and the human had just turned to close the gate. Now, they were loping to the hills, where no fences were, where maybe they could find a herd. As they were running, Scorpion heard a noise. Hoofbeats, much like their own. He tipped his head just enough to see, and noticed a horse behind him. No rider, no halter, no human junk on their back. "Who are you?" he called and slowed his pace to a rapid trot. Palm, who had rushed ahed, skidded to a stop and turned, surprise on her face. [Anyone who wants to can insert heir OC in here]