lick your wounds

He had been equally as supportive of Rosco, keeping close to the new herd leader and the blue filly. He had grown attached to her in a way, protective of her. It was as if she was slowly filly the void Fenyx had left behind when she vanished. Yet he refused to dwell on such thoughts when there was so much to be done, so much to see and learn. He didn't have time to sort through the confusion and pain and underlying sadness that plagued him in the wee hours of morning. Perhaps it was this exact feeling that had left him conscious enough to stir when Eira had begun to move, and it was without question that he must follow. So he followed her for those four days. He was quiet, surprisingly remaining hidden from her as she so carelessly meandered with newfound confidence. She would go this way and that, get distracted a few miles from the path and then continue on her merry way. He was fascinated with her behavior, incredibly intrigued and motivated to continue keeping an eye on her while learning so much at the same time. It was because of this that he chose to keep his distance, to not interfere despite his minor concern that she might injure herself in some way. For the most part, she had managed to keep herself injury free. Until they made it to the portal and came across a wolf. In her startled state she had stumbled, twisting her foreleg and likely harming herself in the process. And it was in that moment something clicked in him, and suddenly he needed to take action. Lurching forward on the muscles he had trained so hard to build he passed the small little girl. Once he had enough distance in front of her he braced himself, standing tall and protectively in front of her as he faced the wolf fearlessly. Wings spread as wide as they could go, reaching for the heavens as his eyes of ice were hardened. He was stock still, rigid and ready to face this wolf full force for the little girl. So he remained poised, ready for anything that was to come; until he heard the words fall from the sharpened maw. And as his mind tried to register just why a wolf, a wolf the size of a horse mind you, would begin to speak; it began to grind and click together into an explanation his logical mind could understand. His wings began to lower, head leaning forward as his eyes began to squint in inquisition. Remaining silent he stared deeply into the beast's duo-toned eyes until one would think he had frozen into stone. When he was satisfied with his search, he finally managed to let words fall from his lips,"It's fine, Eira." Letting his demeanor return to its awkward and gangling position, he looked to the girl quietly, before beginning to tend to her leg. Vynter !

@Aedion @Eira - don't mind Vynter doing whatever