The great stallion shifted and her own willowy tail swished with a snap from her unease. He used his low rumbling voice to test her resolve and prove her claim. Demurely Nuri reached out to his white mane of pure snow, and gingerly teased a branch of thorny bracken out of the long straight strands.
She froze with her head up as he paused, his form straining against the sounds of the prairie. She used her ears to catch any sounds from behind him. He was a solid commanding presence and if he paused to survey the land she would not press him or distract him. He seemed to have a steadier and more presence of mind than the sturdy wormbrained Xurek.
When Uruk's attention came back to Nuri he urged her to prove herself with a simple command. Silently she stepped closer then and began to search for each nick and thorn stuck in his hide. Carefully grooming his sides and back. She found a particularly harsh wound, a long scrape where a large thorn had dragged over him. Another on his shoulder.
She teased a clump of bracken out of his tail and another out of his mane. She worked quickly, without guile or hesitance, and even without promises of anything beyond healing. No, here she was all business and medicine.
"Let me take one moment to grab some yarrow." She mentioned stepping back and searching for the feathery plant. Those nicks and scratches would be healed in no time with a mash of yarrow over them.
