
It had taken him a little while, but Kolli had finally convinced the healer to let him take a small walk. But not before she had insisted on tending to his wounds first. The stallion had been anxious, afraid that he might not get a chance to report to Pirata. He knew if he didn't get her the report soon, she would not be pleased.
He managed to walk just far enough that he was able to slip into the brush. However, the mare had seemed rather nervous about letting him wander so he didn't think he had much time. He needed to make his report and return before anyone started suspecting him of anything. Or before they even realized he was gone. The herd would be suspicious of him for a while and he had to be extremely careful or risk blowing his cover.
Now then, where was that damn bird?