She had just finished a patrol and was drinking at the Oasis' edge when the falcon swooped past her. Although falcons and eagles were a normal fauna in the Throat, this one was so exceptionally close that Ampere startled somewhat. Her dark skin rippled in response and her wings flared, though her feet stayed planted. Water was slung from her head as it pulled into a rounded defense line at her neck, ears flicking back and forth in chaotic intrigue. It was only when the falcon came back again that Ampere recognized her as Azeeza.

"Oh," came her thoughts, followed by a roll of her eyes as Ampere relaxed and returned to drinking. Bucephalus seemingly hand't learned how utterly obnoxious it was that he sent his companion to harass her so often. It still hadn't crossed Ampere's mind that Azeeza might actually like her, given that she was there for the bird's hatching. Even if it did though, Bucephalus was always close behind, in usual bonded habit. Although his bond to the bird hadn't distanced her as much as Gaucho's had, she still couldn't look at the stallion in the same light, so she hoped he wasn't sauntering over to try and flirt again, she hadn't the energy left to deal with it.

Bucephalus never came though, and Azeeza never left. Tirelessly the falcon harried her, until at last annoyance broke into concern. Quietly Ampere set off after the falcon, galloping into a low, quick flight. "What's happened!?" she called out at one point, but she didn't have any choice but to follow and find out. She didn't see anyone from the herd on her way to help her, and she was afraid to waste time going to find someone. Sun help them, what trouble had Buce gotten into now?

Azeeza led her towards his body, which was crumpled on the ground. Ampere's heart immediately sank, and with it she descended, hitting the ground hard in her haste so that it jarred her legs. Fighting off the rising panic inside her Ampere rushed over to his side, knees hitting sand as she nestled beside him. He radiated warmth still, and as she fought off her irrational response, she recognized his breathing and the beat of his heart. Still, this didn't seem like a sleeping position, and Azeeza was so worried.

Ampere tried to bump him with her nose, teeth even aimed to set upon his hide in an attempt to wake him. "Bucephalus?" she asked, concerned, but strong and heavy. Get up.