Albin

The large Albino stallion was carrying a dog on his back. He brought her here from the Canyon after she made intended to have a fall that would end her life. But luckily she didn't die but she had lost alot of blood. With a snort, Albin's head raised higher as he caught the scent of humans. Of course he was a wild horse. A Quarter horse at that. His dark pink eyes surveyed the land before he lowered his front end downward and rested it on his forelegs, which were bent backward. This allowed the dog on his back to slide right off. Once the dog was off he quickly let out a ringing neigh to attract humans. And then without wasting another second he wheeled around and galloped away to the Prairie. Deep hoofprints were the only evidence telling that there was a horse there.

Sable

Sable yelped slightly when she hit the ground. She had a couple broken ribs and her whole right side was littered with blood stains and jabbed skin. She coughed a couple times before resting against the ground, weak and exhausted. She was clearly unable to stand.