The bull knew there were those much worse for the wear than him, but when Mauja called he saw his chance to escape the pain. It wasn’t so much the pain of his broken rib he wanted gone as the pain of the battle lost. The physical hurt reminded him to much of his failure and so he steered his big bulk towards the promised healer. It didn’t hurt as much as the day after the battle, but every breath was still painful and Lucius moved carefully, trying to walk as smoothly as he could. Every time his hooves hit an unexpected bump a gust of air left him with a slight moan, but he didn’t break his steady stride.

With his heavy crown held high and his black, wavy mane softly brushing his thick neck he approached his king and the healer from behind. And some behind that was on the draft mare! A wry smile quickly tugged on the bull’s lips and he arched his neck a bit. He tried his best to ignore the pain as he picked up his pace a little. A low rumble escaped his throat before he could help it and as he stepped up beside the mare he said: "I like that wagon you’re drag-"

He stopped dead in his tracks and just stared at the female. She lacked a horn. She. Lacked. A. Horn. Anger washed over him and his sulfur eyes flashed furiously when he turned to Mauja. He would probably not have to voice his question but he did it anyway. "Why a hornless?!" He spat and moved away from the mare as if she was carrying a disease or something. He looked at her with his muzzle wrinkled and ears flat against his black skull. He wanted to strike out at her, but in his anger he pawed his left leg and that caused his broken rib to ache something terribly. Lucius groaned and his nostrils flared when the pain shot through him as if white hot metal had been pressed to his side.

The bull stopped his tantrum and relaxed a bit. But he felt a bit betrayed by his king. They had just lost to these lesser beings and he went and dragged one of them here! It didn’t matter that she was a healer, she ought to be eaten alive! He didn’t care if she’d fought in the battle or not, she was an equine and therefore per default she was the enemy. Lucius judged them all the same, the hornless and the winged, it wasn’t even worth considering on an individual level in his mind. Right now, the only thing that kept him from breaking her lovely neck was that he’d somehow managed to make his rib worse and it was now aching just as much as it had done the first day after the battle.