Meadow

Everything had officially hit rock bottom for a stallion. Wheezing breaths escaped red tinged lips as a body truly began to shut down. The pain that laced through the creature's body was no longer hideable. It showed plain as day upon the red creature's body. Like a homing beacon, the once strong stallion slowly meandered his way through the Crossing with the scent of death in his wake.

Moving through knee high grass, Nahawi slowly looking around himself. Something bad had happened to him since he saw his son born and spent time with Zavi. He had been forced to survive away from everything after doing what he could. He knew now that he would go back one last time to say good bye, but he wouldn't stay and make Zavi watch him succumb to the sickness he couldn't escape. He was done for. That much he knew soul deep.

Stopping once his body deemed itself incapable of moving more, Nahawi bedded down. His red frame vanished in the tall grass as the golden tips of the wild foliage was taller than his body. Resting his head on his knees, the cancer filled Mustang stallion let out a coughing breath as his eyes closed. Absorbing what sun he could through the reeds, the sick stallion tried to regain some strength before he finished going to the Falls.