Working away at the perlino’s wounds, her annoyance dissipates and her thoughts go blank as she concentrates on her task. It is something of a relief to not to have to think about everything that just happened even if it is only for a short time. Though she is aware of some of the silent pain the mare is in, voiced by the tension in her muscles, she does not mention it but tries to be a gentle as possible.

When she is almost done, the perlino begins to get restless which is just as well because Jörmungandr is keen to get away from the beach where dried blood lingered and back to the herd. She snorts softly at Caesisus’ thanks. ”We will return to the herd now. Follow me.” With a flick of her ebony tail, she turns and begins to move towards where she knew the herd would still be dosing. Joukahainen, presses into her left side so that his good eye can observe the forest around them.

The buckskin glances back to make sure the mare is following them. Choosing to fill the awkwardness that hung on the silence, she gave the perlino a curious glance ”Why were you in such a hurry to get here?” There is no harshness in her tone this time, just wonder at how she could have left wherever she was with such haste that she injured herself.