Falls

my waves meet your shore, ever and evermore;

Her adrenaline can only do so much for her; Fearne is exhausted from her swim, freezing on the beach and now to be harried by this tiny gold pest, it’s too much. Part of her wants to scream in rage at the universe, demand to know why she should be made to suffer so, but she doesn’t have time for self pity. Her savior is pressed against her side, the bulk of his form warm and a needed relief from the sharp teeth of the aggressor who interrupted them. When she is bid to run, Fearne only hesitates for a second. It feels wrong to leave him behind, wrong to abandon him when he’s been nothing but kind to her, when he’s protected her. She finally takes off though, long legs eating up the ground before ehr as she races behind him and god, she doesn’t even know his name but here they are, banded together, fleeing together, bleeding together.

They veer from the sandy shore and Fearne spares a moment to hate herself for running before looking for her family, but then the thick of the forest is pressing around her and she can do little save focus on not crashing into trees. When he stops, Fearne plants her legs in the dirt, skidding to a halt with her legs wide and knees locked, head dropped low as she gasps for air. Her blood is pounding in her ears, and she can hear that he’s talking but can’t really make out the words. The general tone is one of concern, so Fearne nods - she’s fine. She will be fine, even if she is aching and cannot catch her breath and her legs shake a little as they stand here.

“What’s your name?” she finally manages to gasp out, lifting her head to stare at him, dark brown eyes meeting his own striking green ones. “I don’t - you saved me, and I don’t even know your name.” Fearne extends her muzzle to brush it over her handsome saviors shoulder in thanks, huffing out a little breath as she draws near. She has little understanding of what actually just transpired, but she's hardly a stranger to pushy stallions. She doesn’t know where, exactly, the little pest would have taken her but it wouldn’t have been good. “Thank you,” she adds softly. “I was hardly in any condition to fight.”