An.. Unexpected Meeting {Private}

Ryan peaked around the corner, breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the shadows. His light green eyes shifted from side to side. He didn't like being trapped in the concrete jungle known as the Fallen City. It made even a big horse like him jumpy and weary. His ears flicked, hearing the scrape of tiny claws drag a cross stone. He shivered for a moment, if the damn rats wanted to they could all spill over him from the roofs like a brown and black title wave. He forced out an unsteady breath and continued on. Soon he found a dead end. 'Shit.' He thought and focused on backing up. He was to large to turn around in the small space. He had never thought of the possibility of being claustrophobic but here he was quietly cursing at gods he didn't believe in while backing out of a small space only to probably get caught in another small space. "Fantastic." He grumbled to himself.

The draft managed to get out of the dead end and took a left, accidental hitting and knocking over trash cans. He stopped and waited, listening to the sounds around him for a few moments before trotting off again.