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While a student of medicine himself, Ezekiel had abandoned that path in order to better fit into his role as a leader. He was perhaps slightly more competent than his father had been, for Gabriel’s knowledge ended at setting bones. Some herbal knowledge belonged to him, but most of it had been forgotten. Amber eyes remained wide and focused on what the healer’s hands did, and he was relieved to see that the wound was not as awful as the blood made it seem. However, the horse’s frog was wounded deeply. He knew, even before Enkiel spoke it aloud, that his mount would be out of commission for a long time.
The fear began to ebb, replaced by that ever-growing dragon of rage that filled his blood with fire. He could not hide it—his fur rose in jagged spikes along his spine, visible only at the base of his tail. Hot fury made his vision darken, but he did as he was told and again drew up his stallion’s hoof. Darkness circled his head and filled it with dreams of vengeance on whoever had done such a thing. There had never been any issues with the trails before; why now?
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