Starfrost lay on the ground peacefully. There was nothing to worry about here. He stretched, enjoying the sun on his white back.
Frostfire was grazing nearby. Starfrost looked over at him. His father had taken him to a safe place... But Starfrost wished he had more memories of his cousin Star. He only had three memories of him. One was Star building the tribute, another Star fighting Nightwing. And the last was his favorite. Star exchanging breath with him. Starfrost was named for his cousin and for his father.
He wasn't so happy that Frostfire had betrayed Star, even if it was for him.
There was a frightened whinny. Starfrost sprang to his hooves, frightened. Larksong raced into the clearing, followed by a dire wolf from the Interior.
Frostfire galloped forward, neighing, "Starfrost, stay back! Take to the air!" He bowled into the wolf full speed, lashing out with hooves and teeth.
Starfrost hesitated. He could help! But then he saw how fiercely the wolf was fighting realized his sire was right. He could help better by staying away. He galloped into the air.
A couple seconds later the fight was over. "Mother!" Starfrost shrieked. He galloped to his parent's side.
Larksong was badly torn up. "I need... a medicine mare," she gasped out. She managed to stand, if shakily, and staggered to the edge of the clearing to lie down.
Frostfire watched, eyes full of concern. "Can you walk to River Herd? That's the closest medicine mare."
Starfrost's mind leapt. He was going to see Star again!