Every hoofstep the mare made, brought him every so much closer to his new home. Each hoof, placed on the rocks- the sound made himself smile a bit. He missed that sound, the sound of his own hooves. Moving a bit he shuddered a bit. His hand gripped her mane a bit tighter, his body ached in a way he recognized. Hunger. Ro'tolek kept the pain silent. Waiting till they reached the end of the ride, when ordered his body made him obey, obey due to a fear of not being able to eat. The man let go of the horse's mane, heslipped off with some issue but soon as he was on his feet his arms wrapped about himself as his stomach garbled in a whisper, "I<br/>planned to keep it to myself, last human who knew- tried to remove my horn." He growled out before stumbling aside, "When there, to our destination- can I have an apple... I've barely eaten in days." He said it with a sharp snarl as a shooting pain flew through him.