Even though a bit startled from the encounter, the sound of frightened horses urges Med into action.
"Quickly to the horses or it will be a long walk back to the inn!"
Med races toward where the horses are tethered with a dart in his hand. He thinks to himself that the horses might have caught the scent of the lion and be frightened. He hopes that is the case, as he's currently way ahead of everyone else in the Countess's party. Should he get a chance, either on the ride back to the inn or that night, Med will reflect on what happened with the big cat, but right now he's motivated by the thought of not having to walk the whole way back.
Pral, although initially startled by the lion’s strange and unexpected appearance ,immediately springs into action as it bounds away. Pral does all he can to stay behind the beast but despite his surefooted passage through the rock,s he cannot get past sir Nils before Pral realises he has no chance of realistically pursuing the animal. Pulling up he frowns at the broad back of Nils.
Despondent at the lost opportunity, he returns to Med's side and trudges along for many minutes with his large head held low, his eyes locked down on his booted feet as they throw out clouds of dust as they pounded the miles back towards the inn. Finally the head lifts and the eyes look towards Med with almost a pleading in them, as if caught in a turmoil that will not allow him to rest until the quandary is resolved!
"Med, what would a beast like that want a scarf for? It surely won't be able to tie any sort of a knot!"
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