In the dust that settles they are victorious, rising above the rest on a pedestal far fitting for their efforts and strategic value. She is proud of them. They are standing together, a force to be reckoned with; tied together in brotherhood and valiant hearts, a bond far stronger than blood. On the knoll above, surrounded by the others, she is suddenly uncaring of their company. Rising up once more on her hindquarters she bugles loudly into the air, strong and joyous as she paws the air. Surging forward she jumps, free of the surrounding viewers. She races down the hill to join them, whinnying and kicking her heels behind her in exhilaration. They are hurting, wounded, but she is proud.

"Ktulu! Archibald!" It is screamed happily into the air as she thunders down to meet them, to congratulate them. Smile stretches across her face as she approaches, already categorizing their wounds as she nears them as quickly as she can manage. Plume streams behind her in clouds of inky black, Aodaun racing on heavy paws at her side, growling and barking to accompany her sounds. She slides as she arrives, digging her hooves into the earth before flinging herself at her mate with a relieved sound.

"You did marvelously," she assures, pride painfully obvious in her tone. Even so in moments she is fussing, frown coming to lips as she walks in a tight circle around the two of them. "We need to get you a healer, Resplendence or Alysanne...how badly does it hurt? How are Eytan and Loretta? Are you able to move well?" Traces her muzzle across her mate's skin, reaching to Archibald to do the same should he allow her touch to reach him. The medic inside agonizes over her inability to heal them aside from the herbs Resplendence grew in her box. Expert touch ghosts over injuries, cataloging, inspecting. Her words are strained with worry as she fusses, a mother hen corralling her chicks into the safety of her wings, unwilling to let any others do her job.

As she rounds Archibald she fixes him with a sincere, appreciative look. "Thank you. For taking care of her." Muzzle reaches out to him, extending in gratitude, seeking his touch in thanks and humility. He had helped keep Ktulu grounded, had guided her and avenged her just as her mate had done for him. Just as Lakota would have done for the both of them had she been on the field with them as a warrior. Her eyes are honest as she gazes at him, trying to convey all that she feels in one look. He was a fine man, and she loved him in her own way.

Looking across to Ktulu she smiled softly. Yeah. She loved these two idiots.

@[Archibald] and @[Ktulu]