It was easy, even on human ears, to hear the quick approach of the school nurse as he arrived at a trot. Kiakos had been summoned and told a brief description of what had happened, so he brought with him only the basics.
The centaur was enormous. He had the horse body of a draft breed and the torso of a broad shouldered Greek man. He wore a loose cotton shirt with the sleeves already rolled back, revealing centaur tribal tattoos and coiled muscles. The pack of supplies was draped over his equine back in a leather and woven reed basket.
Mr. Pheres surveyed the scene and grimaced. A handful of wounded werewolves, a pair of bloody kelpie brothers, a cerberus, and an unconscious and sickly looking Tanek. "What a mess." His tail twitched twice and he came forward with a nod to Cressida.