The mare ordered him to leave, for a moment shock, breaks through his mask of anger. The large mare pushes throgh him, shoving him, out of the way. Dögun felt helpless as the mare barreled right through him as if he was not even there. He was outraged, not just at her but at himself. He had failed, he had wanted to protect this foal, but was pushed out of the way as if he were a fly annoying K1A1. He abandons his post, shame washing over him in the realization that he was inadequate. He couldn't watch a moment longer, he wheels away from the pair, leaping into the trees.

He abandoned Shiraz, the shame fueling the pumping of his legs. He forces his legs to gallop faster, until they were straining just like his heart. His ears were buried deep within his ebony mess of mane, his hooves digging deeper into the tundra grasses. Without a second thought he headed in the direction of the ocean, as his hooves touch the ashen sands, he doesn't slow. With a leap he sends himself into the icy waters, the waves crash around him. Without a glance over his shoulder, he swims towards the commons, he was going to find Macabre. He figured of all places she would go, is someplace where she felt comfortable. Yet, his mind still whirled, trying to puzzle out the events that had just unfolded.