The shadows from the trees fell across Arsenic's unusually small, crimson form. He flicked his ear, listening to the sounds of the small animals scurrying through the foilage. His own hooves made quite a racket themselves, crunching the dead leaves that littered the ground. He hoped there was no dangerous creature near. He would have a good amount of trouble hiding thanks to the noise he made. He couldn't even truely remember the reason he'd came to the woods. He figured he's started off heading towards his sister's home, but he knew that he was no where close to that now. The walk was good for him. The cool, pine-scented are cleared his mind and made him feel at-ease with everything. He wouldn't mind staying here for a few days. Too bad his sister would worry.
