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Well that was that. Fuerte was gone, quite likely stolen; he was a magnificent horse. And she had lost him. She stood there for many long moments, knowing it was unlikely he would come back and futile to chase him, at least immediately. She would likely have just scared him had she started after him as soon as she was able to breathe. So she merely stood, watching the horizon while some cruel little voice mocked her inside her brain. Finally, the white-furred shoulders slumped with defeat and the dainty paws turned to begin the long trudge to AniWaya.
A hoarse neigh made her turn back to peer in the direction the grullo stallion had run. Her heart leapt to her throat: Someone had her horse! There was no mistaking his pelt as the silvery grey drew closer, she had never seen a horse like Fuerte in the year and a half she had been alive. His lead rope - thank Luna she had decided at the last moment to put a halter on him! - was held in the hand of a dashing grey wolf with peculiar plates resting on his muscular body. Said wolf was atop a steed of his own, a humongous black horse with beautiful ivory hairs that extended from his ankle to the ground on all four feet. Desi could not take her eyes off of the man.
She walked slowly forward to meet the three, her eyes never leaving the form of the man until their paths finally met. She barely noticed Fuerte's eyes rolling wildly with fear as the stallion danced in place nervously beside Saluce; she had eyes only for the paladin, her knight. Finally, the young lady spoke, trying in vain to disguise her nervousness (and the fact that she was crushing hard). Uh... hi.. My name's Désirée. Thank you so much for catching Fuerte there. She turned to the stallion, seeing for the first time the terror in his eye and scolded him, but did not yet reach for the lead rope. Bad horse. Bad! You coulda killed me!