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While he waited, Ezekiel tried his best to soothe the chestnut stallion. He stroked his face gently, speaking to him in the low-tongue and reassuring him he would be fine. Panic filled his chest, but below that, in his belly, rage twisted and grew like a sleeping leviathan. Something had done this to his horse. Someone had done this to his horse.
Enkiel’s slight form was welcomed with a wave, and the healer’s deep voice reassured Ezekiel that things would be fine. The man had healed his father and sister after all, so his faith within the strangely marked jackal was well founded. He nodded and warned the horse to try and stay still, and gently ran his hands down Viggo’s legs. They were as sturdy and thick as young oaks, and the horse fidgeted as Ezekiel reached his ankle. Shifting his weight, Ezekiel lifted the heavy hoof onto his own knee and set his jaw as blood seeped onto his fur.
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