Alaine was under attack, his useless aching wings spread to either side, as far as he could possibly extend them while he pressed his chest to the ground. His large head swung towards his attacker and he kept his forelegs tucked down beneath the swell of his chest while he pushed his haunches higher in the air so that his tail could be brought up high, ready to strike. He had only moments to brace himself as the attacker launched himself full force towards him, a flash of rusty chestnut and white that turned into a blur as it was launched up into the air, aiming towards his horns. He barely had enough time to twist aside to keep his sharp horns out of the way before Oake struck him full force bleating in excitement.