They all looked back at the group surrounding the injured bug-horse as a series of loud chattering rose up, the mass of bug-horses parting somewhat. The five were lifting the injured member up onto bed, and Daniel could just make out some kind of green substance covering the broken muzzle. It looked similar to the stuff that he had seen coving cuts and cracks on the bug-horses when he had first stumbled upon them, so he could only assume that it was some kind of medical treatment.