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It rained lighty, but steadily, on a cool autumn day in the valley. Most of the herd had gathered together in a large cave to wait out the weather. Some of the mares, however, were in the nearby woods grazing, using the trees as cover. Faramir and Loki were nearby, making sure no predators or bachelors tried taking advantage of the weather.

Suddenly, a sound like a thunder clap shook them all.

Some of the mares screamed at the sudden noise and bolted while others stood frozen.

”Everyone back to the cave, now!” cried Faramir, rearing up as he did.

The mares in the woods all raced back to the cave, eyes rolling white with fear. Faramir and Loki took the back, making sure everyone was accounted for. Once in the cave, they did a head count.

”Winona is missing!” shouted Sansa.

”I thought she was right behind me!” whined Lyla, a newcomer.

”I’ll go find her. Loki, stay here.” Faramir commanded as he ran out the cave entrance.

Nose in the air, he tried to scent her out when he reached the woods. There was a strange, acrid scent mixed in with the wet leaves and dirt. And then...blood. Panic gripping him, Faramir quickened his pace. A pitiful whinny caught his attention and he hurried toward it.

He found Winona laying on her side in a pile of leaves. Blood seeped out from a small, circular wound on her haunch.

”Winnie! What happened!?” Faramir cried as he nuzzled her face in an attempt to comfort her.

”I--I don’t know. I was just grazing when I was suddenly hit with something and I fell.” Winona whimpered, wincing as she spoke.

Before Faramir could say anything else, three humans emerged from the brush. Faramir bared his teeth and snorted, placing himself between them and his mare. The humans made shooshing noises and used their hands to try placating him, but he snarled and reared, kicking out at them with his front hooves to make them go away. Suddenly, one had a rope in his hand and tossed it around Faramir’s neck. His eyes rolled white as he pulled back, the rope going tight around his neck. Faramir breyed in anger, but the rope only grew more taught. As two of the humans started pulling Faramir away, another approached Winona and laid his hands on her gently. Faramir tried to lunge at him, but it was no use.

They were both captured now.

Description
It rained lighty, but steadily, on a cool autumn day in the valley. Most of the herd had gathered together in a large cave to wait out the weather. Some of the mares, however, were in the nearby woods grazing, using the trees as cover. Faramir and Loki were nearby, making sure no predators or bachelors tried taking advantage of the weather.

Suddenly, a sound like a thunder clap shook them all.

Some of the mares screamed at the sudden noise and bolted while others stood frozen.

”Everyone back to the cave, now!” cried Faramir, rearing up as he did.

The mares in the woods all raced back to the cave, eyes rolling white with fear. Faramir and Loki took the back, making sure everyone was accounted for. Once in the cave, they did a head count.

”Winona is missing!” shouted Sansa.

”I thought she was right behind me!” whined Lyla, a newcomer.

”I’ll go find her. Loki, stay here.” Faramir commanded as he ran out the cave entrance.

Nose in the air, he tried to scent her out when he reached the woods. There was a strange, acrid scent mixed in with the wet leaves and dirt. And then...blood. Panic gripping him, Faramir quickened his pace. A pitiful whinny caught his attention and he hurried toward it.

He found Winona laying on her side in a pile of leaves. Blood seeped out from a small, circular wound on her haunch.

”Winnie! What happened!?” Faramir cried as he nuzzled her face in an attempt to comfort her.

”I--I don’t know. I was just grazing when I was suddenly hit with something and I fell.” Winona whimpered, wincing as she spoke.

Before Faramir could say anything else, three humans emerged from the brush. Faramir bared his teeth and snorted, placing himself between them and his mare. The humans made shooshing noises and used their hands to try placating him, but he snarled and reared, kicking out at them with his front hooves to make them go away. Suddenly, one had a rope in his hand and tossed it around Faramir’s neck. His eyes rolled white as he pulled back, the rope going tight around his neck. Faramir breyed in anger, but the rope only grew more taught. As two of the humans started pulling Faramir away, another approached Winona and laid his hands on her gently. Faramir tried to lunge at him, but it was no use.

They were both captured now.