Shifting under the pressure of the wind, Nahawi lunged forward with Jasper. His long legs dug into the ground as he grunted, his body shoving the pain from his wound away as he raced after the pale Prairie prince. His eyes locked on the distance, keeping an eye out for others as they ran. The danger was close, so, so close. Nahawi could feel the danger at his back, but he did not stop his forward movement as he finally got beside the stallion.

Shaking his head, faintly, Nahawi felt tears run down his cheeks as he looked towards the ocean. “The oceans to far out!” He called, his body holding back tremors as the adrenalin ran through his frame. He did not know why he was crying, but he would find out later as he looked about them trying to figure out what he was supposed to do. “Sir, where do we go?” He finally asked, the tornado chasing them to the point the red dun feared it would eat them. He knew he would die one day, but this was not how he wanted it to be.

Huffing out panting breaths, Nahawi just finally fell silent after his two sentences and let his hooves dig at the ground. They were in shape for this, yes. However, a horse could only hold a full throttle run for so long and with an injury, Nahawi was starting to slow and grow pained as his mind began to lock on the wound. Behind him small trails of blood traced their movements, but he dared not look back as the whipping monster came closer.