Ivan turned away and covered his ears as the horse screamed, squeezing his eyes shut as the blade sunk into the animal's skull. He'd killed animals himself before, but he hated to watch them die in such pain. He cleared his throat a few times, his lungs rattling a bit as he took a deep breath and tried to move on from the horse's death. It was clear the caravan master cared deeply for the horse. It wasn't quite the same as the wild deer he killed... this was an animal that was raised and loved.