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Once the threat retreated and Phox's heartbeat slowed to a somewhat more acceptable rate, he softened his expression and turned toward Towhee, assessing the damage. Raven would definitely need to have a look at it. -Come on,- he said, licking some of the blood of her nose. -Let's go find Raven.- He would most certainly get a retelling of the story straight from the horse's mouth on their way there, and although he was eager to hear it, he was more eager to make sure that Towhee was going to be okay.