It's head perked up at the whistle that ran over all noise in the golden pastures. Quickly it swallowed the last of its grazing and galloped off in the direction of the sound, a sound it had not heard in about three season cycles. As it galloped it long tail flagged out behind it. Its large black nose twitched and it sneezed. It had caught his scent, it was different, it was as if the salt of the great waters had forever stained his sweet yet smoky scent. It went faster, opening its long snout to breath better, revealing its long canine teeth which sat in the front of its mouth for winter hunting and the short flat teeth that ran along the side for the summer time grazing. Then it let the long red tongue loll goofily out the side of its mouth, hoping to give him a reason to laugh again. The golden summer grass tickled the short fur on the underside of its belly while the wind fingered the long fur on its back, which was shorter than it normally was since it was in the middle of the the warm summer. It galloped by some of its Herd-Pack its way to meet its human-bond, the only human who would ever get on its back. The younger of the Herd-Pack ran after it, thinking it was playing a new game. A red and white spotted female clumsily attempted to nip at its heel which it easily avoided. A dark brown male ran ahead and laid in its path, trying to trip it but it jumped over him effortlessly. Finally a sun colored female ran alongside it and tried to catch its long back fur in its teeth, but it rammed into the side of her gently, clearly signaling it wanted to be alone. The youngsters ran off and it caught sight of the figure who stood by the flimsy wood fence, waiting for him. He was taller than it remembered, and his face no longer had the white material he remembered that had stunk of herbs, he had worn that the last time he had seen him, but now his skin was dark around his amber eye. The other amber eye was misty, and it remembered the last time he had not wanted to play. They had just sat there with his eye like that. The Herd-Pack leader had told him his human-bond was hurt, probably in a hunt. Now it knew how to make him happy. It jumped over the fence and stood in front of him, waiting. Its human-bond glanced around, as if worried they would be seen. Then it wrapped his arms around its neck. Still wanting to play it blew a breath of air into his long shaggy dark hair. But he just stood there, getting that water from that was in his eye onto its midnight black fur. They stood there like that for a moment and it started to fidget restlessly but waited for him. He was saying something, the only words it could understand was, "Azula... Uncle... Honor... Won... Hate..." It couldn't understand why he was sad, the sun was out and there was food all around, and they were together, they could play again. It pulled its neck away from his grasp and laid down in front of him, it knew how to make him happy again. The human pulled off the hard stone he usually wore before climbing onto its back and grabbing a handful of his dark mane. As they ran he slowly stopped crying. It was right, running did help everything. As the Wolfhorse ran over the firenation palace pastures his companion, the prince Zuko, muttered, "Why did I do it?"
(A.N. A bit weird i know i just wanted to see what everyone thought of this creature and that is basically what it is, half wolf, half horse. i know i didn't do zuko's character justice by making him ball like that but i wanted to show the connection he has with the creature. tell me what you think.)