Lost Creek Hollow a lonesome star in a bitter sky

Harlyn lowered herself instinctively at his warning growl, communicating with her posture that she was no threat to him.  He realized soon enough who it was, and her heart throbbed painfully as it went out to him.  She saw him reach for him and she crept towards him, touching her muzzle tenderly against his.

It didn't occur to her to worry that the threat might still be in the area.  Calm flooded her as she shifted gears quite suddenly.  She knew he was alive, felt confident that he was safe now that she was with him, and so the only thing left for her to do was to take care of him.  Harlyn crept even closer to him, her muzzle slipping towards his injuries as she began to inspect them, her tongue flicking out gently here and there as she went.