"What in fucking hell?" Osiris curses at the squeal which rings through the air in the heart. What is that, Osiris? the small little dragon soaring above asks, looking down toward his bonded momentarily before scanning the area for any hint of the beast making such a ruckus.

Piercing violet eyes catch the pooling of others, a stallion at first, followed shortly by others of all species. Recognizing the black stallion in the crowd, Comadre flashes an image of him toward his bonded, to which Osiris grumbles noticeably. "I do not want to deal with that jester again. What are they looking at?" Looking toward the sky, Comadre notices the circling of the dark cloud, an unnatural weather pattern. Dark magic, the dragon says sharply, looking down at the wolf standing in friendly company. Little sister whines under her breath slightly before speaking her own warning, golden eyes seeking those of the hybrid. Brother, there is an evil here.

"Nnnndeeerrrrr," Comadre calls downward, catching sight of the newest member of the party several hundred feet away. Nadira, the dragon clarifies the name, showing Osiris the body of the white mare as she moves into the line. "What the hell is she doing in a place like this?" the wolf asks as he thinks about the peaceful white mare, mostly to himself, but Comadre notes the peculiar panic in his voice. She will not be safe, he thinks to himself and to those who can feel and hear the thoughts of his mind. Before the great wolf moves into actions, the three smaller wolves have already begun their race toward the group. Letting out another grumble, Osiris sets into movement, his larger legs quickly out pacing the group before him. They settle into a similar speed, Osiris at front, little sister to his left, Comadre soaring above, and the other two wolves flanking the group.

Paws slow as they come into toward the fold, approaching from the front of all the others. Golden eyes stayed locked onto the face of Nadira, paying little attention to any of the other equids present, especially Djinn. "Lady Nadira," the wolf says when he gets close, falling in a few feet in front of her. "You are not the sort that belongs in a field of darkness. Allow us to protect you." His voice is calm, face just equally as calm, his feral golden eyes seeking her crystalline eyes of azure. Osiris wondered if the girl would accept his aid, but would protect her regardless of acceptance or rejection. He had made a friend in Nadira, and he would not allow some evil looking cloud to claim her life.
""

[ Minor fear: Losing Comadre
Major fear: Himself

Standing a few feet in front of Nadira. Probably near or under the moving Boggart cloud. ]