“I’m so sorry, Alex,” Smokey spoke through Skipper, once he was sure that both the man and the dog had given up the chase.
“It’s okay. That deer came out of nowhere,” Alex said, trying not to wince from the pain that swept through her with every movement.
“If we can stop for a moment, I could try something that might help.” Smokey turned and stretched out his head towards her.
“Don’t touch my shoulder, please!” she begged.
“I’ll be really gentle,” Smokey reassured her. With his soft, warm muzzle just centimetres from touching her, he took a slow, deep in-breath. As he exhaled, his breath came out in swirls of warm misty droplets as it condensed in the frigid night air. It rolled over Alex’s shoulder, before dispersing back into nothingness. A calm settled over the group as Smokey continued for some minutes.
“How does it feel now?” Smokey asked, taking one step backwards. Alex let go of her arm and tentatively circled her shoulder, testing it out.
“It feels better-much better! How did you do that?”
“I might not be a pure Unipeg, but I do still have the odd special ability. I usually use it to heal the mind - like easing the mental burdens of a stressed human. I’ve never had the chance to try it on a physical injury.”
“Sophie, you and Felicity are now officially the luckiest girls on the whole planet to have these two horses!” Izzy enthused, springing back to life.
“We are; thank you Smokey. I’ve got a feeling that my mum knows just how special you are - but without knowing exactly why,” Felicity said, smiling and stroking his silky neck, affectionately.
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