Tsavani blinked and waited until Snow was gone. Then, she placed a gentle hand on the mares neck to calm her. "Easy, horse. You'll be in a better place." She then took the iron knife she looted off of the bandit only hours earlier, and riling it into the lamed mare's chest cavity. She closed her eyes and prayed as she did so, and felt the horse's breath stop. "May your road lead you to warm sands, my friend." She said, removing the knife and turning to dig a hole big enough for the large horse.