Marix returned to the stables, with the rest of the troops right behind him. With the amount of traveling they would be doing, he knew he needed his horse.
It had been trained to return home if the two of them ever got separated, and Marix was trusting in that training as they approached. He swung off the back of one of the other soldier's horses and looked inside.
Standing there next to its stall was his trusted steed. He slowly approached, and grabbed its rains.
"Easy....easy." He whispered as his horse threw its head up. He wrapped the reins around one of the iron bars on the stall wall and gently slid his hand down the horse's leg.
After grabbing its feathering, he gave it a light tug, resulting in his horse lifting his leg. Marix pulled it against his leg and cradled the hoof with his left hand with a grunt. He could feel the arrow in his shoulder causing pressure and shooting pains through his arm and upper back.
