FLYING MIND AND SPLITTING FLANK
A few mouthed off to Toro - Seraphina being the only to offer much help - and Toro was already galloping forward as the sun-god bellowed his commands. Toro’s horns were mere twigs compared to the creatures’ antlers, so he breathed an inner sigh of relief when he found out he wouldn’t have to fight. Deep down, Toro knew who would win.
(For the sharpness of his horns could only go so far.)
The white stallion flanked the herd, charging and kicking whenever one strayed too far; he missed a few hooves to the head himself. The herd moving so cooperatively eased him (as eased as it could, with the snow and flying hooves), as he wasn’t too sure how well his wounded flank would hold up if this continued.
((vaguely incoherent 2am post))
"What I say,"
What I think,
