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Remus graved in the shadow of the trees, miserable and distracted. The mare, Sprite, had been injured badly, and in the blood, the pain, and the injuries, the stallion began to remember the time when he had seen other horses sprawled and gasping on the ground. Images of horses flashed threw his mind; eyes, sunken and pale, and staring even in death. Ribs showing, and limbs shaking with weakness. And Jem. No, he commanded himself. He mustn't think of Jem. Yet even as he attempted to block the flashes of memory, a tear began to glimmer in the corners of his deep brown eyes.
Suddenly his nostrils widened.
Horses. Different horses.
It took a moment to see the stallions looking over the herd. They just stood there, watching, old and young side by side. Quietly, Remus struck up the mountain.
"Good afternoon!" The Norwegian Fjord approached the two horses curiously, ears twitching as he listened. "What brings you here?"
Seti's ears pricked and he raised his head high as he started, "We--
"Seti, let me speak" The old stallion interrupted in his gravelly harsh voice, "We are but scouting the area and no harm is meant, hopefully the same with you and yours"
"Oh, all right!" Remus pricked his ears forwards, interested. "That's fine. Anyway, not much worse could be done to Skyherd now anyway, even if you wanted to." He glanced sadly down the slope to the evidence of chaos below.
(Oh my gosh, did I just say
worse?
)