When the white horse finally made it into the circle around Cedric's campsite, it was drenched in sweat. Bloodshot eyes looked around wildly, every moment of the fog against the black trees looked like another monster to the poor animal. Thorns and bits of branches clung to it's mane, and its face was covered in small scratches. It pranced around, snorting and snuffing, trying its best to keep all four hooves off the ground at the same time.
Cedric rushed to try and grab onto the wild-eyed animal, Snow Bringer blocking from behind so it wouldn't run into the fog again. It took some time, but they finally calmed him down and got the dwarves, supplies, and saddle off.
"Come now," Jar'ra's caring voice soothingly hushed the two dwarves. "I'll make some tea, and we can all get some sleep and forget this."
"There's no tea that can make them forget this." Sephr felt like he needed to chime in.