HE MAY KNOW THE LAW OF ALL THINGS, YET BE IGNORANT OF HOW-
For all his dedication to staying on his feet, El Toro had collapsed shortly after Raymond shrunk into the distance. He couldn't breathe, really, and he bled quite a bit, and it grew hotter as midday approached and - really, these weren't ideal conditions for anyone - he fainted. The pale stallion had awoken to the setting of the sun, on what day he did not know. After laying there a while he wiggled about, wincing and groaning and sort-of breathing, before forcing himself up onto wobbling legs like a newborn colt. Everything hurt.
With a respectable amount of determination, Toro hobbled off in search of sustenance, not realizing until it was far too late that he'd wandered into the mountains and not the fields. Hunger and exhaustion overtook him as cool night fell upon the world; he slid down against a rock, wheezing, and fell asleep.
@Isra
poem
"What I say,"
What I think,
