Wild Berry Meadow it was a pale white horse with a crooked smile

her lips were dry, and despite herself, her forelimb drummed a nervous beat as it shook. she steadied it, reminding herself that this was fine; the stranger would sure fix what was wrong and she could continue on her way, and the emotionless man would stay in his terrible territory and die. "further north of here, and dead, I hope." he looked as if he had no business being alive, and she hoped dearly the universe rectified that soon. she decided that he must be dead, surely, and put it out of her mind as much as she was able. 

"it hurts to breath," she admitted, taking a deep breath for emphasis and wincing, wondering why she'd thought that had needing emphasising. her forelimb was stiff and odd-feeling, but that didn't seem as important as the other two injuries. she peered at the wound on her chest, which, while messy-loooking, didn't seem all that deep. she didn't like the pain in her chest - unlike the rest of her injuries, there appeared to be nothing outwardly wrong, nothing obvious to fix.