Cool Temper had been watching the scene between the small filly and the newly arrived unicorn with an extreme amount of caution. He was worried for the filly's sake and what he would do to the unicorn if he even tried to harm a hair on her mane but his charge was with watching after the injured mare, getting some water boiled over the camp fire and soaking a small rag which he brought back and placed on her forehead. This was a sad a futile attempt to bring the fever down, breaking the food up for portions enough for the party of four ponies and one raven into bowls. Cool Temper searched in his saddlebags for survival blankets which he placed on the ground making it somewhat more comfortable for the others to sit down on. He headed outside to check on the weather. A bad storm was brewing but the trees would provide enough cover for the night hopefully. Walking around the camp site and re checking all the pegs to make sure they were in far enough. Heading back into the tent and checking on the sickly mare before sitting down at the entrance to make sure no one would come in and disturb the unlikely gathering they had.