The mare clenched her teeth together trying to ease away the pain. She pawed at the mosey forest flaw, the moon spilling its blood rays down upon the chestnut Asklepion's back. She was the last one of her type and couldn't let the humans get hold of her or they would whip her like they did with her herd. She was in pain. it cut through her like a dagger. She felt the cold night air through the gapes between her teeth sucking in to relief the pain. until she heard the howl of the beast through the trees.