Cathun

He was late to the party, it seemed. Cathun was still new to the herd, to the land, still unfamiliar with most of the faces - partly due, perhaps, to his tendency to stick to Amaris's side and ignore everyone else - but not even he could avoid notice the sudden stir among the ranks. He missed the fireballs and the well-placed words of Einarr and Bucephalus, and Ampere's little trick was too subtle to catch his eye. But he was hard pressed not to notice the flash of light as Megaera descended like a living comet, rivaling the sun itself in brightness. It made the young stallion turn on his heels and run, blindly, mindlessly, towards that spot, because he was supposed to be a warrior (a young and untrained one still, but that was beside the point) and a warrior had to be where shit went down.

Ah, but... as he came upon the chaos of diving, zapping, shouting horses with sand cascading around his drumming hooves, the colt slowed down and hesitated, maintaining a bit of distance to the seething pile of activity. What was even going on? There was a mare in the center of this fleshy hurricane and without knowing anything of who she was or what she had done, Cathun instinctively felt sorry for her as she was pummeled with blows and words. Never mind whether the warriors hit their target or not, why were they using such force with the lady? What could she possibly have done to earn this kind of treatment?

Then Gaucho spoke and a glint of increased understanding appeared in his eyes. Of course, a prisoner. He hadn't known there were any within the Throat, but of course there had to be some, right? Some miscreant that couldn't behave, someone who wouldn't tolerate the rules... He understood - or thought he did at least - and with renewed interest he watched this Confutatis as his colleagues and herd-mates tried to round her up and bring her back. Himself kicking back and waiting, standing by to see if he was truly needed.

What had she done, exactly? Harassed the other herds, the Sultan said, but how? It was sure to be a good story, Cathun made a mental note to himself to make sure he got a chance to speak to the woman later - provided that his sempai didn't kill her in their enthusiastic attempts at restraining her. Cathun suppressed a smile - it was amusing how many they needed to subdue one mare. This Confutatis had to be terrifying indeed for both leads, the chancellor (new and old) and two... or three? warriors to be present.