His breathed evened out, but then he felt the pain in his left foreleg. Grunting he lifted it, pulled away a cloth, the wound had healed as well as it could, but every now and again the pain flared up from where the bone had been split. It could fracture again at any time. He snorted, the wind blew his long, golden mane into his face and ruffled the steadily growing beard. It would be nightfall soon, it was best if he retired for now and continue his work in the morning. He turned away from the village and walked back into the cave he had turned into his new home, with a flick of his horn he cast a fire spell upon the frozen wood and closed over the entrance to the cave.