I saw the black horses racing up towards us, their nostrils flaring with anger, or possibly excitement. Their eyes were like dark pits, hollow. They came up upon us faster then you can say,
"Dark Herd."
"Get the seniors, mothers and the young out of their dens, fast!" someone yelled.
Practically the whole herd was racing for the frail horses.
Frenzy came onto us all, this was war, and not just any ordinary war.
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