Pledges but not the sorority kind

They feared they may have waited too long. It had only made sense to wait and see what herd the usurpers would bring. After all they had started their coup in blood, the strong iron smell still seemed to linger in their nostrils even now. That should have been all the sign they needed really. The spirits were trying to tell them something. But, well, call it pessimism but Urzul needed to be sure they weren't about to find themselves culled. They knew how they appeared to many who had not lived as they had. Someone broken, someone helpless, someone weak. They weren't sure they could ever really regret making sure their own safety was first assured. But now?

Well now Urzul wanted more. More than a few of the herd's previous healers and spiritualists had trickled away, their stomachs too weak to handle the new power. More the fools them. Urzul would seize it instead. With Fetra hanging off their neck to help guide them Urzul moved confidently through the rolling hills they'd known all their lives. The lemur for her part was scanning the horizon, ready to guide Urzul towards Uruk the moment she spotted the Stallion.