Qeya River thorn blood

Ksura bolted upright at the sound of the shouts, and feathers fell from his lips. He'd been eating a bird, but the sound of a rabbe-rouser stirred him into action, and without a second thought, he bolted toward the border. 

On his mind, two thoughts: he wasn't the leader, and he wasn't sure where Wren or Silvertongue were. The former had been searching...And the latter, it seemed, had not yet been found. It was not likely his place to accept a challenge on their behalf, but it was not something he could turn a blind eye to. The other thought was for Senka- part of him knew that she, too, would rise to the occasion- and he was right. 

Senka and Ast Star had charged ahead, and in the interest of saving his strength for the fight, Ksura continued on at a gallop, not pushing himself into a full-out run so that he could assess the situation, and strike where he saw the most opportune opening. 

He caught Rowyn's scent, but couldn't see the boy. He could only hope he would stay out of harm's way.