Just on the outskirts of a small town, Akiel shifted his weight impatiently from one hoof to another as he peeked out from the inside of an overgrown bush, the waxy leaves poking his nose and getting caught in his fiery red hair. Not the best camouflage, but it was a sight better than trying to set the woods on fire and blending in with THAT. He had a tendency to break things, but he wasn't exactly the type for wanton destruction.
At the moment, mischief was more on his mind. He had been up and about well after midnight the night before, using a large stick to gouge the road with 4-inch deep holes just large enough for an unsuspecting hoof, yet hopefully shallow enough to cause little more than a stumble, or a faceful of dirt if he was lucky. He had placed thin strips of bark over the holes and sprinkled them with fallen leaves from the surrounding trees; amateurish, but he could only work with so much when he was alone.
