Night was slowly setting in on the desert as the pair sorted out some herbs. Astarot worked while Zafir trilled along with his deep rumbling hum. The dragon didn't mind helping her bonded work especially since his titled he had gained chased away most of the darkness that had been growing in his heart. Her scarlet eyes gazed up at him thoughtfully, glad she had come along when she had. Only the Gods knew what he would have done, what he would have become, if he had not found her as an egg. The feeling of being watched settled over his hide and he glanced up sapphire and scarlet eyes meeting hers. "What?" She snorted frost and rolled her shoulders before taking to the air. A deep chuckled rolled from his lips and he shook his large head.

Gulls screamed and took flight drawing Zafir's attention pulling her forward. She loved to chase birds, and gulls made a tasty snack. Like lightning the cerulean dragon flew towards the fleeing birds. Panic and anger flooded through both of them as another scream tore through the darkening sky. He was off and running before he even thought to move. Iskra. The colt was young and sounded as if he was in trouble. The older larger stallion felt his blood boil with rage. Zafir circled back and flew beside her bonded anger pounding through her own mind feeding his.

The scene that greeted the pair only flamed the fires of their fury. A mother should never harm their child, no matter what was happening. The words the tiny sultana yelled at her child egged them on. Zafir raced ahead of Astarot landing in front of the tiny whale. A savage hiss ripped from her scaly lips as she tried to guard the newborn. "AMPERE!" His bellow was deep basted in his wrath. His massive hooves pummeled the sand as he bolted towards the felled colt.

He didn't even spare a thought of the consensuses she might hand him. The threw himself between the Mother of Companions and her son. His teeth flashed out towards her in a not so subtle warning. "Back. Off." His breath panted from his mouth his dual colored eyes blazing. He was the head healer, a rank her and his father had bestowed upon him. He would not allow her to harm another, especially not her own son. Zafir hissed again pearly teeth flashing in the fading light. "Iskra, are you alright?" He was careful not to turn his attention away from the mare before him. The scent of alcohol wafted her her lips mingling with the copper stench of blood.

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