The horse snorted and nudged her toward the tent and then went off to find Gabriel who was off on patrol snorting. The warrior walked through the woods slowly humming. A deep dark tune he knew from ages ago about the vampire era. The horse walked beside him, when he got hungry he ran off to get himself a weakened rouge and drank him dry smiling at the flavor, it was always different each time. He let go and washed off Ina. Stream and coughed seeing himself no in the reflection of the river and sighed gently.