She didn't ordinarily venture out after dark, but watching for Yazmina, before she'd had the foals, had changed her habits somewhat. Now and then, she still found herself waking from a slumber after the sun had gone down and then being awake for a while, unable to sleep.
Of course, talking with Yazmina had also convinced Blossomforth that wandering off through the land by herself when night had fallen wasn't always the wisest thing to do. And, normally when she woke, she didn't go much further than the clearing around the teepee.
Tonight, though, there was something on the wind that caught her attention and piqued her curiosity. Tonight, she wandered further than usual, gaze constantly shifting to check the shadows for trouble, ears flicking backward and forward to catch every sound.
When she smelled the rotting apples, she nearly turned around. Too sweet but with a bitter edge just under the scent, it didn't appeal to her. In fact it made her wish she could block the smell out, and yet, she was sure she'd heard someone moving over this way. And if someone could stand that smell long enough to linger, well, she just had to figure out how.
"Hello?" she called. "Is anyone out here?"
