saphiraly

Blutrache snorted and shook his mane. Blood was running out of some small wounds. "Sissy..." he shouted after the stallion. Shaking his head he watched him disappear till he was sure the other one was all gone. Finally he looked over to Teaddy. Without a word he walked over to her. He observed her whole body, to find every wound. As he look at her leg he sigh. "That's bad." He whispered. Carefully he touched the wound with his head and let out his fog. The warm fog sorrounded her leg and slowly closed her wound. "I can't promise that you will never feel pain in it. It may hurt from time to time without any cause." At least he raised his he...