[Evil Tink]

Rilov squealed a bit as the two appeared. Solomon collapsed as the horse shook, sending the horse's full weight to his bad legs. Of course, this also meant that the force sent Rilov to the ground as well. "Fucking Christ Holden! Get out of here! Dammit!" He wriggled out from underneath the struggling horse.

He turned to the horse, placing his head on his soft nose, trying to calm him. He looked to Dr. Sarasin, "Am I just better off having him put down? I mean, I know his knees are beyond hope..." He ran his other hand through his hair with a heavy sigh.

The woman sighed, "Not to be grim Solomon, but that might end up being the case. I brought the trailer, I can take him with me, see if there's anything we can do?"

Solomon stood, placing his hands on his head and pacing in tight circles, "I guess. I'll help you load him in. Jack?"

The man nodded, moving to help Solomon haul the horse to his feet.

Solomon assumed the same position, this time supporting the entire weight of the horse as he strained to walk the horse to the trailer.

Sarasin gasped, unsure of what to do, "Solomon! Be reasonable! I mean, really, you can't haul that horse to my trailer. At least let me bring it over!" She rushed past him, working to unlock the trailer doors and prepare the ramps.