He had run from the fight like a lowly coward though the fear that had gripped him had been truly real. Enough to turn his mind to red warning lights and ignite his legs to carry him far away from it. Now, however, with a calmer heartbeat there was shame filling his mind. He walked a little slower than his usual fast pace, less energetic than his usual bounce and lost somewhere in the back of his mind rather than in the world in front of him. Inari and Ríona tried their best efforts to re-galvanize him from his slump; the former offering soothing words whilst the latter laid upon his back in hopes the closeness would comfort him. It took a while, but Sacre took back little bits of his confidence from their bond and filled himself with determination in time for the herd meeting call by his Sultana.

He followed the direction towards the pillar of light and to a place Sacre remembered finding Maren once, trying to summon the Sun Lord. Horse and fox raced towards it with the rest of the herd, falling into line in front of Megaera to listen to what she had to say about recent events and what they knew to date.

The Sunspear spoke with wild anger that gripped the blood stained youth’s mind, this had happened more than once? The foreigners he had seen step out of the portal did not appear to be the ones offering them ill will, instead it was the monsters they brought with them, although Sacre did not know if that was willingly or not. Would these monstrous ‘Gods’ come here to the Dragons Throat? The crafter swallowed. He would have to conquer his fear of fighting if he was to protect what was most precious to him.

Afterwards, the beginnings of bickering sparked into life and Sacre watched from behind the scenes as words were brandished to and fro. In the face of danger were they to descend into disarray? He frowned and shook his head. Now was surely the time to be family if there ever was one. "If you need any help I'm here" he said to Megaera and Sikeax with confidence, although whether it was to offer his services to the pair or to reassure himself wasn’t clear.

He chose to remain silent after that, not having anything much to offer in the way of a solution or advice. Instead his gaze lingered on Ilios in dread as some black began to fall from his nostrils and he took in a sharp breath. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked of the colt, who clearly appeared like he wasn't at all.

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