Melita's apology brought the horse's head up, blue eyes wide with surprise at her words. He shook his head, mane flying, in silent negation, even as Isuma flew up to perch on his back. Stepping carefully, he made his way over to the huntress, whuffling her hair in a horsey gesture of reassurance before resting his chin on her shoulder, nickering softly. He was grateful for her quick thinking and reflexes, knowing perhaps better than she did how close he'd been to being lunch. Her arrow had proven the difference between life and death for him. She had been better enough to save him, and he couldn't ask for more.
He stepped away with an encouraging whinny, nudging her back the way they had come. He and Rory could return for the skin later, so the beast's death wouldn't go to waste, but for the moment there was no need to linger amid the scents of blood and endings. Soon enough he had found some thick enough underbrush to pass behind, obscuring him enough that he felt comfortable shifting back to a human form so he could join Melita as they retraced their way back to the edge of the farm. He gave her his heartfelt thanks, promising to see her again soon, before they went their separate ways.
He stepped away with an encouraging whinny, nudging her back the way they had come. He and Rory could return for the skin later, so the beast's death wouldn't go to waste, but for the moment there was no need to linger amid the scents of blood and endings. Soon enough he had found some thick enough underbrush to pass behind, obscuring him enough that he felt comfortable shifting back to a human form so he could join Melita as they retraced their way back to the edge of the farm. He gave her his heartfelt thanks, promising to see her again soon, before they went their separate ways.
