Mekoa could feel Guthriekai's muscles bunch underneath him as he surged forward, straight towards the scent of fresh blood. He knew what to do in battle, was he not a carefully bred war horse? Sitting back the tiniest bit to signal him to slow down, she looked down at her charge. Seeing that she was a few paces behind her, she gently heeled his sides and sat back a hair more. Guthriekai pranced backwards reluctantly away from the scent of battle. Ristina was pawing her keen nose and shaking her head from the lingering smell. Taking pity on the poor child, Mekoa scooped her up and placed her on her lap. The scent of blood was stong, but she knew that her scent was stronger in a slightly more pleasant way.