the art of sustaining shadows and lending exsistance to nothing
Tenembrage was prepared for the inevitable, he was ready for the attack that he knew was coming and fully intended to take whatever beating was necessary for the sake of the blue toned female. He caught only a glimpse of Kora's features but everything seemed to be occurring too fast for him to put together what her intentions were. Instead, his attention was grabbed by a scream of pain and quickly his head twists from its previously protected position to spy his axian doing significant damage of his own. He had enough time to send her a sensation of heartfelt thanks before his attention turned rapidly towards the much larger and far more immediate thread to his wellbeing. He was glad to see that his attacker had been taken back by the pain of his axian and equally as pleased to watch him struggle over the bond that tore at him. His gaze was cold and impassive and slowly the male began to approach the steed, a threatening aura surrounding him as if he fully intended to finish the battle that had been started. Air left his navels in a loud snort as he watched the male raise to his feet, hobbling off in the same direction of the Axian that his counterpart had previously left scarred for life. A breath of relief left his lips but his body was still quite tense from the adrenaline of the entire situation.
It was the crashing sound of Koralynne's body hitting the ground that grabbed his attention and for a moment a look of panic and fear filled his usually stoic gaze. "Fiducia, see to the child." His demand was swift as his gait quickly brought him back to her side, his muzzle leaned down and gingerly he nudged at the girl. The steed received no real reaction as he scanned her body, his gaze shifting back towards the child he had moments ago sent the osprey to watch over. Tenembrage was left in quite an awkward situation and only after the silent reassuring that the child was, relatively fine did he begin to consider what his intentions were. He maneuvered around the girl, moments away from settling himself at her side to keep watch over the pair when a large crash from the underbrush halted his actions, keeping him poised and alert for whatever it was that was coming. He could hear their feet, pounding against the ground; he could feel their urgency and knew by sound alone that they were headed straight in his direction. Behind him, Fiducia screeched her soprano cry, equally as ready for the second round that the pair both expected.