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Her gaze looked far away, distant, and Alleo recognized the look only because he'd seen it on his sister's faces when they were reliving their horrible pasts. Alleo stepped close again, his nose nudging gently against Rasta's neck as he tried to break her from whatever memory was tormenting her and making her cry again. "Rasta..." Her murmured her name, ears flicking back against her head when he was answered with more tears. He lipped at her mane and tugged at it the way she had when she'd wanted his attention and let go when she finally sapped out of it and stepped into the water to continue the chore of communicating her ails with him.
With the knowledge that she wouldn't have her voice until Tallsun and the decision made that he would bring her back to the Throat he had thought that their game of charades would end, but he was proven wrong when she began shaking her head. He gave her an odd look, his ears tilting forward again as she pushed her muzzle against his throat and shook her head. "No Throat?" That one was easy enough to guess and he almost asked why, but when he thought about it he felt it might be too difficult an explanation for a guessing game. "Okay... Do you want to go to the Foothills?" As if she would really have any choice on the matter, but Alleo would allow her to feel that she did.
She closed her eyes and Alleo sighed quietly and resumed scanning the forest around them, wondering where he could take her in a forest he was largely unfamiliar with to keep her safe and warm for the night, as he was beginning to grow concerned with the way she shivered and trembled against his side. A tug on his mane brought the stallion's attention back to the mare, his interest showing on his face as she attempted to lead him through the forest. He followed, almost like an obedient puppy, watching her ahead of him and frowning as she scraped against trees. The pace of his steps increased until he was nearly at her side so he could reach out and push branches that would potentially catch her hair or scrape her delicate hide again and hurt her more. He told himself that it was because if she bled she would be easier to scent and not because he cared if she was hurt.
Before them a small grove opened up and Alleo gradually slowed until he was standing still. The warrior's nature within his heart kicked in immediately and he began to pace the treeline of the grove, nostrils flared to scent any potential threat and ears rotating to catch any sound that was remotely suspicious. Only when he was satisfied that they were completely safe did his attention return fully to Rasta. She was already laying in the grass, shivering and looking absolutely miserable. He stepped toward her as she touched the ground with her maw, an obvious sign that she wanted him to lay down with her, but before he did so he circled the grove again for one last measure.
The stallion came to stand next to Rasta and he lowered his muscled frame to the forest floor, his neck stretching out and his head hooking over Rasta's side so he could gently pull her closer to his body so he could provide at least a little warmth to keep her comfortable through the night. "Rest." He murmured to her as he lifted his head and looked around again. Chances were that he would not catch one wink of sleep during the night. Instead he would stay awake and vigilant so he could keep the fragile mare safe.
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[P] one more day, one more time [abba]
