It was too late. She was too far gone for healing. The ground was splattered with blood and most of the horses had a scratch or two, but Gypsi was almost dead, and two elders were killed and taken by the wolves.
Lea stumbled over to her body. "Oh Gypsi, why did you do it?" she sobbed. The foal had left the herd to distract the wolves, and they struck a fatal blow. Gypsi would be dead in a few minutes.
"This was a foolish thing to do, Gypsi. You never should have done it." Feather stood sadly by the foal's head speaking softly. "You never should have gone." Gypsi looked around at the herd, the light was fading from her eyes and every breath was an effort. "Lea, you need to do this for me." Said Gypsi slowly, her words faint. "You must lead. I'm counting on you..." Gypsi's breathing stopped. She was gone.