Victorious, in his recent endeavor, has him traveling in a way he normally would not.  Though the battle was won, wounds take time to heal.  His right wing had taken a hard hit from the freak clown.  At least he had made his point and soon the dark creature would know his true wrath. 

Each step is pain staking but he know he must get home.  Knowing Taiga has long been abandoned, he decides to cut through the once kingdom from the challenge grounds to Tephra.  Towering pillars of redwood overshadow him as he limps homeward.  Silver eyes scanning the area but expecting to see little, if anything.  With an occasional twist of his lavender ears, he catches a critter scurrying into the pine-needle canopy.  He paid little mind to these forest dwellers.  He decides -in this expanse of time- that walking was mundane.  It is no wonder he took to flight whenever possible.  He cared not for scenery, nor meeting new faces. 

Soon he is tiring from the slow and labored pace his injuries caused, that he finds himself coming to a halt.  An exhausted huff of air expels from his nares as he settles momentarily.  A rotation of his head allows him to view the depths of the pine forest to his left, but a soft noise coming from behind him demands his attention.  A quick flick of his ears and twist of his face shows a light figure huddled within the shadows.  His nostrils flare to draw in a scent and what he finds in nearly unfamiliar.  A hint of sulfur lingers as does Sylva, but he assumes that is because it neighbors this land.  

Upon further examination, he finds the equine too delicate to be a threat and a sweet perfume unmasks her gender.  He has never seen a horse the color of an azure sky, so he turns slightly, giving a slight whicker in their direction.  She seems distracted or distressed maybe, the more he watches.  Gentling his tone, he calls out to her, "Miss, are you alright?"  It was all he could think of to say.  He wasn't often great at consoling complete strangers...