(Points are for Ironclad.)

It was his sister who came to wake him. After searching for Kvothe all night and then making time for Chalice that morning, he was dead tired. The stallion had eventually passed out from exhaustion. It was a whole nother day, maybe even more, before someone woke him. He felt dead to the world until his sister brought reality back to his being. Kvothe was gone.

"I have something to show you," Brunhild speaks with the smell of another stallion on her coat. Her brother didn't realize who it was in his state of haze. Ironclad nods and stands, leaning on his grey sister for a few minutes. "Come." She speaks again and drives him forward. Ironclad follows his sister until the body of the elk clearly marks their path. Brunhild stops, refusing to get closer, but her brother approaches anyway. "What have you done Ironclad?" Brunhild asks as Ironclad inspects the rotting flesh with a grimace.

He snorts and sharply turns towards his sister. "Me? How could I have done this?" Brunhild stomps one of her front hooves. "Father once said Xiomara was sent by the Gods to punish him. I always thought he was foolish, but maybe he wasn't. You have provoked her wrath." Ironclad's eyes roll as he steps closer to his sister. "You have no idea what you're talking about. Xiomara is mortal just like us. Stop speaking this foolishness or you could scare the herd." A smirk slide across the young mare's face. "I warn you brother, proceed carefully. I will do what I can to eliminate this evil, but my knowledge and power are still limited."

She turns from him with a flick of her tail. "You better follow them. If that stallion isn't dealt with he will cause you great terror just like the last of his kind to steal from you." Brunhild then walks away leaving Ironclad confused. He had no idea what she was talking about so he turns back to the rotting elk. The smell was hard to bare, but he gets closer again because this time he notices something. A small set of hoofprint followed by one large one were set in the soft mud where it had recently drizzled.

His nose tries to take in the scent of the makers, but the rotting flesh was too overpowering. The stallion begins ti gag followed by some food being broke back upon the earth. He had to get away so he turns the direction the print seem to be going and begins a canter onward. He didn't begin to feel lightheaded until he reached them, but he didn't think anything of it. He figured it was the quickening of his heart and the urgency that flooded his body. Ironclad's gait turned into a gallop and he slides himself infront of his child, pushing her back with his shoulder. "Get off my land you mongrel." His lips pull back to bare his young teeth at the stallion with grey ears pulled back into his mane. Lakota was supposed to be in the Cove where he left her, but he wasn't about to reveal that bit of information to this male.