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The sun was slowly starting to lower in the sky, turning it into a beautiful painting of colors. Gregory walked with no direction amongst the woods. Oblivious to most things around him, especially beautiful ones. His gait was almost mechanical, not thinking just moving. The stallion sighed as his stomach growled at him and he decided sluggishly whether or not to ignore it.
Gregory supposed he should eat something or he would not have the energy to keep moving later. Moving slowly he moved about the forest looking for edible plants and roots. He would prefer the sweet grass of the plains but he felt too at home among the dark of the forest. The stallion managed to find a small bush of wild berries and began to methodically munch on them