Due to the intense proceedings that had taken place, no one had really noticed the oddity; the horses were focused in galloping with all their might as well, charging back alongside the troop. It was only now when things had quietened down, that they felt something amiss.
Previously, they had been surrounded by their own kind, and the horses had not raised a fuss. Now that the surviving Steel Cavalrymen had returned to the troop, these ownerless warhorses immediately felt lost. They shook their head left and right, trying to find their partners in panic.
Wasn't my partner on my back just a while ago?
Why? Why isn't he riding me?
Where have you gone to?
The warhorses neighed in sorrow, clopping their hooves anxiously, and hoped to find familiar faces among the crowd.
Suddenly, a warhorse neighed and reared up, looking around for its master. However, its gaze only grew more panicked, grieved, and despaired.