Zain
Good. The word leaves a sore taste on his tongue. Has he ever been good? Even as a child, rebellious and wild, he can't say it'd ever been a word used to describe him. He was too busy withering plants and setting them aflame to earn the title. He acknowledges the mare's conditions with a simple nod of his tattered head. He could give it a try, but he makes no guarantees...
As his daughter nears, he can feel the warmth from the flames that spark along her blood and bone colored body. It was a trait his own father expressed, and he smiles proudly that he has produced such a fine specimen. She could be useful someday, the undead thing muses to himself. His head lowers to her level, her mother now approaching with threatening posture, yet he does not pull away from the child's touch. He simply nudges her onward, the flames tingling his nose.
The creature watches with ember lit eyes as his newfound family moves away from him and towards the lifeless body of Jack, he has come to know by name. He remains still, allowing them to grieve. He did not understand the emotion, but he wouldn't deny them that. His ears twist in the matted mess that is his forelock. Very alert to anything or anyone that may be loitering too long. He told the brown stallion he'd take care of them, and he would uphold that promise.
The sun stretches into the west now. He's spent the entirety of the day guarding them, with moments of napping lightly. He can see his offspring becoming stronger. They begin to buck and play, stumbling every now and then. Their mother fusses over them and he rolls his flame lit eyes. Soon they'd be settling down for the night and he was intent on standing watch versus patrolling Pangea's border tonight...
Possesses health transference
and may steal your health.