Warrior not finished

The icy winter winds whirled outside the small cottage. With 2 more mouths to feed she didn’t know how she was going to find food. This was the first time in a long time that she had seen a male up close. He laid helplessly on her bed. His companion a white steed was now peeping in as if to check up on it’s master. She had woke one morning to the sounds of neighing on her door step and on its back laid the limp body of his. She nursed his wounds and force feed him as well as took care of the dutiful steed. She could wait to be back in the warmth of the hovel. It was so hard to find the roots and herb s that she needed to make the elixir