I don't really like myself without you
It had taken some time to convince Hellebore to come home with him (even though she had no choice). He had not wanted or expected to miss anything important, but thankfully he had told Hellebore to go explore the place herself. He would find the mare later, but something was gnawing at his gut. There was this sinking feeling ever since he got back to his shores that he could not shake. He had missed the panicked call of his Queen, but it was a good idea he had appointed two of them to the throne. On his blind run around the Inlet, he hard the distinct sound of wolve’s howling. His skin shudders, but he pushed his legs faster towards their haunting calls.
Then came the cries of his own Medusa. She was angry, ferocious, and obviously protecting something. His body turns towards the voice of his high Queen as he dashes towards the scene. He barely had time to catch a glimpse of every party involved, but he could smell the thick stench of birth. Ironclad was no stranger to the smells being a part of a herd for all of his life. He had a handful of siblings and had been around for Brunhild’s entrance into this world. Her birth had nearly killed their mother. Worries quickly clouds his thoughts for Lace, but his eyes narrow on the scrawny figure nearby. It was one of the very beasts that led to his father’s downfall. It would not be aloud to get his child too!
Ironclad found Medusa plenty scary enough to chase off the lone wolf, but he could not just stand by and do nothing. He was above both of them and thus, it was his duty to do the fighting as long as he was present. The young stallion lowers his head as he tosses it back and forth in a threatening manner. His ears pin tightly to his skull, teeth bare, as he charges the wolf with a few low grunts.