Cara woke up to the horses whinnying and rearing, panic stamped across their bodies. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she saw that Winter had taken his dragon form once more. Mixed emotions flooded her mind, filling her with dread. She would miss that sexy hunk of a man. She would have enjoyed his body. However, she was also  glad of the power of the dragon to protect them should somehow the General and his men track them down. A spark of horror ignited in her brain as she realized that the horses would feed the dragon for a day or two. He would be ripping out their throats soon. Maybe only one at a time, but just the same, in a few days both would be carrion. Cara really liked those horses and the one she had rode on, in particular.<br/><br/>Sadness at losing him made tears well up in her eyes.  She tried to project herself to his mind, circling with her finger and the horse falling down  asleep.  Saving them from terror in their last moments would be the best she could hope to do for them. She was pragmatic enough to realize that the horses would provide much needed sustenance for her as well as the dragon.<br/><br/>Winter, with his hyper focus, was quite frightening. Cara hoped he wouldn’t eat her once the horse meat was finished. Cara stood up,holding out her hands.<br/><br/>“You are well.” She said with a smile. “The energy from the crystals in here must have healed you. May I greet you with a morning hug?” She projected the image of her arms around the end of his nose and her planting a soft kiss there. Cara hoped she was getting it correctly for asking permission.