The mare and falcon strode through the silent trees on their way north. The mare had figured it would be best to go North before hitting the final friendly herd. That way if she got jumped, again, she might be able to drag herself to the Edge and seek help, again. Of course she prayed it wouldn't come down to that, but safe than dead. Penna gripped her scared withers carefully and watched her back; sharp black eyes piercing into the gloom of the trees. He wasn't happy about her walking in these damn thick trees. How was she supposed to get away if something came after them right now? Of course he could navigate through the limbs and leaves, but with her bulk, she'd be screwed.

A soft smile touched her face as she listened to him worry about her. Before she could think some encouraging words into his mind he spoke first, 'Horse and two deer things coming.' She turned curiously, sure he was mistaken. Why would a horse be with two deer things? Honey eyes found the shapes of three creatures. The falcon puffed up his feathers and stretched his wings out reading for anything. Parelia on the other hand smiled and turned her body to face the figures. The distinctive sound of a beat pricked her ears as the larger figure looked up.

Penna fluttered from her back and flew off. He kept to the shadows trying to avoid their eyes as he used his own. He sent back pictures of the trio a mainly black and white stallion with two very odd deer things. His words caught her ears and she stepped forwards slowly eyes blazing with fire as adrenaline started to build. 'A spar; Penna when was the last time we spared?' Excited tension pulsed through their bond as he responded, 'To long.' She smirked and swayed closer eyes coursing over his frame as he came into view. He was almost a hand taller, and thicker set. She ran through their stats mentally taking in account for his build, by her calculations this could go very wrong for her, but she wasn't scared. He would clearly be stronger than her, and faster thanks to his longer legs, but what else did he have over her? Pausing she spoke in a challenging yet friendly tone, "I accept stranger."

Fast as a cobra the mare lunged: as she raced towards him she summoned the armor she had stolen. Luckily it wasn't to heavy or restricting, perfect. As she neared his face she fainted to the right eyes seemingly intent on his left side. Instead she threw herself to the left. Her teeth flashed out trying to grab the crest of his neck, as high up as her small body could reach. Her right wing popped open trying to startle the stallion and keep him from a speedy counter attack. As she moved Penna launched himself from the shadows aiming for the larger deer. He dove straight for it's head talons set on stun rather than maim.