War was a bitter word. To some it seemed like a great an honourable thing to do when faced with adversity, others just saw it as a way to boost their ego. The golden stallion moved at a swift pace through the trees and emerged swiftly alongside weathered mountains that towered far above him and with haste he moved into a canter. Gentle eyes scouted the horizon, his brown companion would have to catch him up later as he had been left in charge of notifying others. The little dragon had left his bonded's side with a worried face, hoping his hoofed companion would be okay travelling to the battlefront on his own. However the duty was clear to Torasin of the World's Edge, Mirage had called him to heal the injured, the Moon Doctor was on no ones side. He simply wanted to help those in need, to put his training into good use and above all else; save lives.

Trees scattered his path again and the entrance into the Foothills opened up before him, the rolling hills looked almost eerie against the backdrop of scattered bodies. Torasin's heart sank as he carefully made his way over the rocky footing, the sun had grown high and was now beginning to sink into as the afternoon wore on. The scene reminded him of the past wars he had been apart of, three of them and two more bloody than the other. He remembered Onni's gentle mind as she healed his wounds he had been given to nothing but an aching memory and he now went to the aid of others just like she had.

Hooves came to a halt and he looked out across the ruined land tarnished in crimson, sadness in his eyes but a friendliness in his stance. His gaze managed to see past the carnage then and spot the gleaming, golden form of Mirage the DragonHeart and her equally gilded companion Akaith, he listened to her announcement with a nod and made his way forwards so he could address them as a healer. "I am Torasin, a healer, I wish only to help the wounded. I am no enemy to any of you." He announced. His voice strange in it's refined tone in such a harsh scene. Deliberately he left off his title of Moon Doctor, in case any had prejudices against the Moon goddess, he was here to save lives; not argue. The stallion wasn't sure if all of them would trust him, he only hoped they weren't foolish enough to challenge his word in such a disorientated state. Besides, he knew one or two of them, Kri of the Throat was not hard to miss and Ktulu he had met once before, but she looked much worse for wear since the last time he had seen her.

The stallion walked into the aftermath with a business like movement, eyes roving over each horse and taking in injuries as fast as he could, noting he would most likely be exhausted by the end of the day. There was a mixture of scents the stallion noticed, outcasts among the Foothills and Throat warriors amongst the Grey, though the former looked to have been poorly outnumbered. He sighed and banished all thoughts, putting on his hat as Moon Doctor.