WC: 451 OOC: so terribly sorry for the delay!!!
Saqui wasn’t alone for long, well the only wolf in the barn, Unatsi came in and was his usual uncertain self, the poor thing and he stood there for a second before grabbing another horse and followed her as she brought her second one out of the stables. Then came the sound of an unhappy cow and Unatsi asking about it, but his question was answered and Saqui stopped with the horse at her side turned to see a newcomer, one she had not met quite yet, she smiled at the woman; “We would be very thankful for help, there is a nice big stick to drive the cattle out, we don’t want them exposed to this wind and rain, we are bringing them to the other side of the stables” Saqui said.
She nickered at the horse she was leading and lead it into the stall with the first horse, it would have to be shared for now because the other side did not have as many stalls as there were horses, and there were already some occupying in other stalls. “Two to a stall if we can help it but three if we cant, the cows... well there’s that back open part, if we move all the stuff we can keep them all there together, we just need to get the stuff we need out and make a barricade.” She pointed to the far end corner where they held their tack and working tools, it was open enough for the few cows they did have, they needed the stalls for the horses. She said this intime for Sighet to hear, she smiled at her new friend but continued with her work grabbing the next horse. It was one of the stallions, his eyes were rolling and he was snorting. She did what she could to calm him quickly though it seemed almost a thing that would be impossible. She was able to urge him out of the stall and then a bright light and a loud thunderclap set the stallion in motion, he reared, his front leg kicked out and knocked against Saqui’s arm, searing pain coursed through her arm and she nearly fell to the ground; “Help!” She said holding onto the stallions reigns with her free hand now, clutching the hurt one to her midsection, unable to bare the pain that was in her arm, it was either dislocated or broken, and the flying hooves kept coming, someone would have to secure the horse, many someones or things would get ugly. She was not going to let this horse go though, not until he was safe in another stall.
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