After being watered and fed, Guthriekai laid himself down by his rider, sheltering her from the night. His dapple grey coat became a reignment of silver accented by his pale blue and grey tack. A normally gentle creature, he looked worriedly at his rider. Much had happened to her over the past few days. Almost too much.<br/><br/>She didn't smell like the male, not like blood. She smelled like a river with a muddy bank, like a tree begining to decay. It wasn't a particularly pleasing scent, but it was better than smoke and steel. He nudged her bare hand with his velvety nose. She didn't stir. He turned his head so he could see her more clearly. Her naturally creamy skin was paler than normal, but not by much.<br/><br/>Mekoa's dark eyes fluttered open, greeted by a soft whinny by Guthriekai. She reached out to stroke his flat forelock, then found that this made her light headed. Her body yearned for rest, but she had to stay awake. She had to stay vigilant.