demons run, but count the cost,
the battle's won, but the child is lost

Sacre had never been back to the caves since he had rid himself of their shadows. The whole ordeal was fresh in the memory like it was yesterday and he could still feel the joy that had filled his body when the darkness lifted and finally he could run free. Yet, he owed the caves a friend, Sacre hadn't emerged from the caves on his own after all. The bundle of fur in question was curled up neatly, tail curved around his keen fox features, upon the rump of his slate coloured bonded. The vulpine had complained of hunger and the heart caves were not far from the Dragons Throat so the pair had travelled back to where they had escaped, where they had first met one another. Inari had hunted for a while whilst Sacre cropped at the grasses and soon night had begun to fall. Tonight they would stay in Sanctuaries embrace, safe in the shadows until morning rose and they would emerge, setting tracks for their sand ridden home. For now, however, the intrepid duo began to quietly walk over towards the cave entrance to take shelter until morning and they were rather sleepily approaching the entrance when Sacre finally noticed the movement of another arriving by air, who had proceeded to vanish into the darkness.

The boy blinked as his startled heart jumped to his mouth before settling back in his chest to thunder away; who was that? Sacre was sure he saw a silhouette of wings, what if it was some scary creature? Or an evil horse or a mad one? He would be all alone, with Inari, in a cave... With a murderer. Sacre shook his head and cursed his imagination that liked to think up wild stories when the sun had gone down and the world was quiet. Still, he couldn't help feeling apprehensive as he slowly made his way into the cave, the whites of his eyes flickering as Inari stirred from sleep to watch the dark engulf them and the eerie glow of the rocks kissed their furs.

In the end, Sacre recognized the shimmering colt as the strange kid he had met the last he was in the caves, they had spoken very little and not to one another. Sacre couldn't remember his name or if he even caught it, but his heart rate lowered a little. At least he sort of knew the guy, or his face anyway. An impressive one at that and so was the rest of him, a mixture of pegasus and unicorn with markings of silver that easily drew the stained colts attention. His horn a twisted black with a sharp point and his eyes were just like two moons. The boy snorted to alert his presence before curling his usual reckless smile across his face. "I hope I do not intrude" his confident, vibrant voice echoed across the cave, but his summer blue eyes were reflecting a more apologetic look. It was only right, the silver splashed male did get here first after all, even if there wasn't much in it.

"I can move to another part..."