Weight was hardly bore on his left hindquarter, or his hoof for that matter. This injury that was causing major swelling in his thigh, through out his hip, even his stifle was beginning to swell. There were numerous scrapes, some bled, some were just sore. As the grullo crests the top of the hill, he pauses, his breathing laborious. On a normal day it would of been easy to climb that little hill, that ascended from the beach, but today it was an intense workout.

Sweat breaks out on his shoulders, and thick muscled neck, a few teeth marks are scattered across his neck. This is where Dexter had desperately tried to grab his neck, but only came back with a few of his ebony hairs in his teeth. A smirk crosses his dark lips, Dexter probably assumed that the fight would of been easy, but Dögun was not about to go down without swinging. As he hobbles towards the safety of the trees, he is relieved to find his herd buried safely within the dark pines. A sigh escapes his lips, at-least they were safe.

He pauses once again, he tries to catch his breath. He tries to gather his strength, he did not want his ladies to see him in such a state. Raising his crown higher on his thick neck, he tries to hide his limp by placing his weight on it, wincing with each step. He tries his best to stroll towards them as if he had only sustained a few injuries, but he was unsure how long he could hold up this charade. "You should see the other guy." He tries to quip, covering up the seriousness of the situation. It seemed the harder he tried to protect his herd, the more things blew up in his face.