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Ulrik had been incredibly startled by her yelling at him over Midas' body. You see, he had not seen him as human. Midas was an entity he had never spoken to before, a creature he had only heard of in whispers. And did that not make him the biggest hypocrite of them all? In panic, he wanted to hide sins that were not his, cover up from the backlash he knew would come his way, but he had immediately dropped the fire, not touching the body at her insistence. She had seen, right? She knew that this was not his fault.
Would she even care though?
The stallion jerked his head up from where he had been contemplating, watching the mare start to run. He sighed, letting out a loud bellow to call for help. In an uncharacteristic gallop, he swallowed the ground with his massive stride, muscles rippling beneath his shiny, black coat. Mane and beard flew around his masculine features, and he tried to come up at her side. "Oh no you don't...." he rumbled, attempting to knock her down.
He grunted slightly, determined to keep her for a few reasons. First, he wanted to keep her out of the fight in order to protect his herdmates. Second, he wanted to make sure that no one else knew Midas was dead. Third, he actually wanted to continue talking. Was that so bad? Kirchoff joined at his heels, the wolf creature racing after Essetia faster than the eye could truly see. He left silver trails in his wake, billowing out behind his black, furry body.
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