Protect the herd. From time when I was born

to now, grey-muzzled. Runes helped me to find

the hidden springs, sweet grass. A chance to warn

of danger, ears pricked. Whinny. Leave behind

the gentle lands at threat of man or beast

or strange creature from shadow. All is path,

all footsteps. From the famine to the feast

I did my duty, in my pride. But half

of me is missing, and one day I smelled

a breeze blowing from somewhere worlds away—

I followed, and so quickly I beheld

a little hag, holding a wolf at bay

with nothing more than magic. Full of pride,

she climbed onto my back—still now, she rides.

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