The lone stallion had been sleeping when a quiet voice invaded his conscious, instantly drawing him from his light slumber. In a flash the pegasus had risen to his feet, wings splayed out him a movement to provide balance and a weapon of defense to bat away anyone. His chest heaved, eyes wide the white of them revealed as he searched the darkness for the source of the plea. Someone was calling out, their voice weak and feeble. Calming his breathing the elegant horse folded his wing to his side, keeping them slightly raised and ready to strike out. Like a knight sheathing his trusted blade, keeping the sword loose in its scabbard and within in incase of a sudden attack. Although fragile a Pegasus's wings could provide a nasty wallop to anyone who dared stray too close, utilizing their natural strength needed to thrust his might frame into the sky a pegasus use their wings as much as their hooves. He had seen the same attacks used when a male swamp protected its nest from an invading fox and assumed that it wasa natural instict for winged beasts. But that did not matter, what mattered was that his hooves were carrying him farther into the forest, closer to the one who needed help.

The nostrils on his soft nose flared as the scent of blood reached him, causing his own heart to pound as the natural instincts of a prey animal such a he tried to kick in, screaming at him to run. But he would not. He could not leave this creature, though he knew not what it was, to suffer alone. If he could help he would, if not he could attempt to locate another with such abilities, or simply provide his comfort toward the distressed animal. The smell of the creature was unlike anything he had ever smelled, it was faintly familiar to that of a deer, yet help its own powerful essence that spoke of a distinct species all its own. Lowering his head, ears perked forward in a show of curiosity and causing, Apache slowly approached, the scent of others mixing and mingling with that of the strange deer.

He could see her now, regal and beautiful despite her obvious injures and weariness. Faint pinpoints of light glowed at the tips of four horns, growing weaker by the second as her life forces faded. It seemed he had not been the only one to hear this woman's call, each horse had come with same intention to help her. It touched him to see such fine equine in this land. Nodding his head in a respectful gesture to them all he rolled his weight to one side as he stopped, leaning toward the deer as he bowed his head. Deep soulful eyes gazing into the dimming ones of the mysterious woman who so fiercely watched over a glowing orb the rested next to her. Her eyes held a determined, somewhat desperate light in them and he too realized that this orb was indeed precious to this woman. He wanted to help, to heal this mysterious and beautiful creature, but even he could see that her time was short. She was not long for this world, and so he merely said in a soft gentle voice. "I am Apache, please tell us what you would like us do fair one."

-Hope I'm in time! Apache's Wishlist