Silvano settled his horse but did not dismount. He peered at the cluster of people that had come out to fight for the court in some forsaken place. Human dead lay buried around them and he was very glad that they had not added their kind to those numbers. The scent of blood tainted every inhale, leaving the stench of pain ingrained into his nostrils. Heritage did not skitter or sidestep in anxiety, despite his limited exposure to fighting. Warhorse he may have been, but he did not have the experience to truly deal with it. Still, the cocky stallion was too tired to shy from the bloodied figures and for that the King was thankful.
"My brave warriors," he began, feeling guilt prickling at his throat. Had he been better, this could have all been avoided. Had everything been known to him from the start, there would not be a half-blinded Skoll peering at him. Rio, newly returned Rio, had come with them to this fight and he could not help but be proud of his family for their diligence. At least Abigail had seen reason and not strayed to this battle. "We're coming home. I am sure you all fought well and we will share what happened here later. For now, we need to go home and dress your wounds."
Silvano was oddly eloquent, despite the concern he felt hammering in his chest for his people. "Pascal has been found and Inferni is not to blame." He shot a glance at the coyotes gathering around their leader, Vesper hulking in her halfling form. It was probably a good thing that they had not faced each other; they might not have just walked away with more scars for the telling. "They have their own issues to deal with." He had gotten the brief blurb of what had happened but this was neither the time nor the place. "If anyone is too wounded to walk unaided, speak now," and the King would have gladly gotten off his stallion to give them rides back to the Court, where things might have been looking up.