
It was hot!
His wings felt heavy, his breaths shallowing by the day as he stomped forward in search of liquid refreshment. Right now he wasn't fussy, a river, berries, dew drops; anything that provided him with a moments relief would be welcomed. Houdini should have guess when he started his adventure that he should have been more careful, not pushed himself so hard in the heat.
Slightly panting now he paused, closed his eyes and allowed his hearing to take over. His ears twitched. Soon the sound of water reached him.
Desperation caused him to run towards it. He wasn't thinking or caring much about his enviroment as the relief of actually finding water took over. His body crashed into the surface, a tidal of water rippling out around him and a sound similar to
"Hooooorah!" Erupted from his lips. He drank his fill. The liquid satisifying.
Only then did he look around, and he froze. There was a mare here. A wind like him, but with a pelt of midnight broken by a delicate design of red and gold. Unsure what to do Houdini simply stood staring at her, or perhaps gourping would have been a more accurate description of what he was doing.