Alatariel ran inside, bound to get there as fast as possible. Now that she was inside, she calmed herself, not wanting to make a scene, and went to the kitchen. She kept quiet, not wanting anyone to see her. She found a bowl in one of the cabnits and walked over to a kettle of hot water. Slowley pouring it into the bowl, careful not to spill any, she grabbed a washcloth out of the drawer and went back outside.
She strolled back out of the inn and quickened her pace to jogging after she was out the door, being careful not to spill the hot water. She arrived at the black stallion's stall to find him rocking back and forth. He was tired she could tell. 'It was wolves. This has never happened to you before. I'm surprised,' she said, tending to the wounds. She stopped. Looking into his eyes she gasped, 'It is worse than I thought.'
An hour passed before she finally finished. 'I'll leave you be. You need rest before you can be going on any free running. I'll check on you a little later,' she said to him, stroking his mane. Then she walked back inside, taking the bowl, and rag with her.
[ June 26, 2003: Message edited by: Alatariel Telemnar ]
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