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Seigel’s flank rose and fell which each breath she took. At first it was shallow and fluttered, as if it might be her last, before it began to grow stronger. When the draft mare approached her, Seigel was unaware, just as she had been if anyone else had passed her by. Possibly thinking she was dead and avoided the carcass taking up space on the beach. Pawing near her did nothing to stir the spotted mare, nor did the Forest Lead’s words. Seigel lay as if she were in a peaceful slumber, and not actually fighting for her life against waking again or not.


It was hours before Seigel finally stirred, her eyes slowly cracking open against the sunlight. Pain bloomed just behind her eyes; the headache so fierce she wasn’t even sure she could function. Before she could even raise her head or take anything into account that was around her, a fierce cough erupted from her chest, forcing out salt water she had managed to collect in her lungs. Almost immediately her breathing became easier, but the pain was only made worse and she had to bite back a groan.


Stubborn to live, Seigel forced her muscles into submission, and made them raise her head so that she could lay upright. Sand plastered agaisnt the side that had been resting on it, matting and knotting her mane and clinging to the side of her face. So much green greeted her, that she was sure she was dead, but how could death still hurt so much? Then, her blood shot eyes found the thick feathered legs that stood next to her, before she tilted her head up and squinted as she tried to look at the massive beast standing there. (If she had not left in the hours it took for Seigel to wake).


“Wer zum Teufel bist du?” Seigel spat out, as if she were owed any answers.