Snickers' sharp ears picked up the noise, and he turned away calmly. He was all right with the situation. Quietly, he trotted into the cave he had mentioned. He headed straight for the berry bush, and started to noisily much the berries, soon having a sark purple muzzle. Happily, he nickered, the sweet berries energizing him.
((What's a Wayla?))
Butter's head dropped, resting. She was already tired, being a foal and all. Carefully, she leaned against Ada's legs for support as she napped.
Mystique smiled. "She's tired." She murmured.




















