West looked worried. He listened to Dixie's explanation. "Okay... I hope they will be okay. I'll go get some water soaked moss." He said quietly. West didn't know much about healing, but he knew water soaked moss would wash out most of the dirt and stuff, making there be less of a risk of infection. He came back with the moss, wondering if the mares would be okay with a strange stallion dabbing their wounds. "Just rub it along their wounds... gently" he gave it to Dixie, glancing at the mare and her foal

Dixie nodded as she took the moss. she lowered her head and softly cleaned the wounds. Macy winced but Scarlet was more dramatic, her wounds more prominent on her tiny body. Dixie was easy on her. Scarlet threw her tiny legs in pain. Dixie squinted as Scarlet kicked her. "sorry..." Scarlet whispered

West took a step back,, flinching. Those wounds must hurt a lot... and he didn't know exactly how to help. He would protect the, at all costs, but beyond that what was his purpose? Stallions were pretty much there for two reasons, one of which West does not care about and is disgusted by. The one reason West is there... to protect anyone who needs/wants protecting. That's what he did best... and what he knew how to do

Macy managed to stand and nuzzled her foal who laid limp on the ground. the pain was too much for her. Dixie dropped the moss and bumped the breathing foal with her nose. she turned her head to West with a painful look in her eyes.

West flicked his tail and racked his brain. They needed to get these horses to a stream... but the closest stream was inside the valley. "Is there any way... your foal can ride on my back..?" West asked slowly. He knew it probably wouldn't work, it would hurt him, and the mare would probably say no but it was worth a shot. If these two horses could get extra water it just might make the difference of their lives

Macy nodded slowly. "i'll take her. your hurt, West" she dropped to the ground as Macy managed to push Scarlet onto Dixie's back. "where to?" Dixie asked as she turned towards West

"The stream." West instructed, limping quickly ahead. He walked fast enough he stayed just ahead of the mares, yet slow enough he was keeping pace with them. He led the way to the small stream, stopping near its banks.

Dixie managed to keep Scarlet on her back as she walked, dropping to her knees on the ground as Scarlet, now awake, slid down to the side of the stream, wincing as she rolled into the stream.

West looked in worry at the foal and her mother. They weren't looking too good... he hoped the cool, calm, clear water would help with that

the two newcomers laid in the water, wincing at the sting in their wounds. Dixie stepped back, accidentally softly bumping West with her hindquarters