Once the dark brute had departed, Braylen turned and trotted over to Hickere, all the while his blue eyes looking her over for anything that might have been hurt. The skin upon his face that the stranger’s teeth had found was slick with blood where the flesh had peeled away and the bite marks upon his neck throbbed. But Braylen could not feel his own wounds as of yet, the red tinge that had clouded his eyes only now starting to fade as he reached to bump noses with the mare.
“Let’s go” he breathed out on a heavy breath, casting one last glance towards where the Lagoon man had disappeared before turning the opposite direction to lead her farther into the clutches of the Forest. Braylen was not scared of another confrontation with the stallion but he at least wanted Hickere safe first. Perhaps later he would patrol the lands and make sure the brute had really gone, but not right now. Right now he had to take care of Hickere.
Pulling to a stop as the sounds of a gurgling stream neared, Braylen looked over the surroundings but only saw vegetation and the smell of the herd greeted him. They must be near then despite not seeing them and he let out a heavy breath as he moved forward to drip the chilly waters. The blood that rolled down his face dripped into the water and only now as he sees it spread in the water does he realize that he is bleeding.
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