The weanlings bolted into the woods, leaving Rainfeather and Ashstone alone. "Whats going on here?" asked Elmwing. Ashstone replied with no sign of fear in his voice. "The weanlings torchered my daughter. I protected her. What were you doing meanwhile?" "I was training the Sky herders. What your filly was supposed to participate and didn't" Rainfeather watched the stallions argue. "I can speed up her journey into the golden meadow if you please." Elmwing panted, ready to draw up his starfire. "No, maybe she wont become a Sky herder, but she's my filly. Not yours" Rainfeather saw Elmwing bite his lip. This was the first time Elmwing ever thought before he just blasted anyone who confronted him with starfire.