Cortessa struggled to take each stride; the mare had her left foreleg held up, her hoof kept well away from the ground. A wound to her knee prevented the mare’s limb from bearing any of her weight. The puncture marks still oozed a little of her crimson blood, but the flow had almost been stemmed completely by now. The roan was well aware that the wound wouldn’t heal without being rested, but staying in one place for an extended period of time wasn’t always easy for a Rogue.
Stallions rarely thought much of having mares using up the precious resources of their homeland, particularly if the intruder had nothing to offer. The assets of the more public lands were relatively sparse, and it was highly unlikely that she’d go undisturbed for the season or so that she needed. The Rogue’s options were pretty limited, but there was one more alternative which might still be open to her.
Unlike many of her alliance, Cortessa wasn’t fond of taking advantage of her fellow equines ... but she couldn’t see that she had any other choice at this present moment in time. It was unlikely that she’d willingly choose to venture into this continent otherwise. The Scantland was well known for being one of the most inhabitable land masses on the planet; it wasn’t easy to navigate with all four limbs working, hobbling on just three easily exhausted even the hardiest of travellers.
The mare gave a heavy sigh of relief when she finally crossed the boarder of this chilly territory, though she couldn’t expect to be in the least bit welcome. It was hope which had led her here, but she wouldn’t blame Caradoc for turning her away the moment he laid eyes on her. Nevertheless, she waited patiently at the boarder of his homeland, waiting to be discovered.
It had been a pleasant day so far for Caradoc. He had spent the morning being drowsy, watching his two young sons playing together, and challenging Morraine to a short race, the impulse for which having been triggered by watching the colts' show of energy. It had seemed to set off something in the stallion's brain, some kind of excitement or perhaps a wish to show that he wasn't all that old himself, as stallions went. The bay had kept in mind though how the Vanner had recently given birth, and kept the pace down from the wild gallop he might otherwise have taken up.
Shortly after that, however, he'd decided to patrol his borderlines, part of his daily routine even with a diminished herd. And in the course of that, he'd soon come across a horse he hadn't expected to see again. Especially since he had once gone to visit her in the land she was temporarily residing in, and the only one who had noticed Caradoc's presence was the dark aligned stallion she had taken up with, who had permitted Caradoc entry, but only barely. Not that Caradoc could blame Viral, he'd be tense too if a stallion wandered in to see one of his mares, childhood friendship or no.
But it had come to naught, and he'd left without a word spoken to or from Tessa, and he'd rather put her out of mind in the daily business of herd life. How the rogue had come to be in Border Springs, he has no idea. His eyes quickly take in her three legged stance, and his jaw quickly opens and shuts in surprise. "Tessa? What happened to your leg? Were you attacked? " His head turns, looking to see how close the nearest healing spring would be, and he tries to usher her towards it. If the waters here had healed his father from the grave injuries he had suffered so long ago from the cougar attack, they could surely help the condition of Cortessa's leg wound.