She didn't have to wait long. The horse was already close, it was just walking so slowly. She sat in hunched position, and shifted closer to the brush that was covering her. Her eyes she kept on the brown animal, still making his way right towards her, it seemed. Though she did not know it, but as she waited, the man behind her had awoken and opened his eyes, but he had not seen her. He fell back into an uneasy sleep.
The horse soon reached the bank, and as she slowly drew out her hand to grab the rope, she stopped, and the horse kept walking, towards the man that still lay on the ground. The animal didn't even notice her! She slowly rose and watched as the horse gently nudged the man's shoulder with its' nose. She was only a few feet away- if only she could grab it- she paused again. The man had moved. He slowly rolled onto his back and a soft whisper came from his lips, barely audible. 'Brego,' she thought he said. A soft smile spread over his face, and his eyes remained shut.
Krita froze. This horse belonged to the man? Of course. It only made sense. But the man was near-dead. It was her horse now.
She crept behind the horse, barely making a sound. She made her way towards his head, and the rope that was attached to his halter. Just as she did so, the horse dropped onto the ground, right next to the man. This was very strange behavior for a loose horse indeed.
She grabbed her things and ran back into the brush when she saw the man move. He was awake! She cursed herself for not being more careful; he still bore his weapons, but he was still very very weak. She did not know why she feared him so; she could kill him now, if she wished. But wasn't he supposed to die? Why wasn't he dead? This man must be strong indeed, if he had to endure battle wounds, and a fall into one of the coldest rivers in the region; not to mention no food nor water for two days.
Krita marveled at his strength has he turned himself to face the horse. A grimy hand reached up to grab the horses' short black mane. She wondered if he knew she was there. But still she sat, not three yards away from an easy source of transportation across the plains, and as far as she could tell, a very strong man.