As the half-phoenix begins to take flight, he turns his head ever so slightly to see what the rest of the others are doing. Most are charging forward, only a few hold back. While Saphrax has never been a fighter, he has other skillsets that might work better than brute strength. It’s not to be misunderstood that Saphrax is not a strong individual. The stallion has all the muscle and force behind his attacks, he just is more fearful of scaring than anyone else. He had to keep his coat looking it’s best, after all.
And so, the fiery stallion flies forward at a leisurely pace, letting the fighters pull ahead. He circles the group, helping to herd the stragglers towards the warriors. He would let them take the scaring, he would simply bring the battle to them. That seemed like a logical plan in his eyes.
It is then that the snow begins to fall, the moving elk clearly the source of the blizzard that seems to be brewing. He continues to circle the elk, helping the God in the best way he knew how. When one elk tried to break away, he was quick to herd it back towards the others as they moved the herd out of the desert. If he had to admit, this little activity was fun and it was far more amusing than sitting on his ass all day.
