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"Since we're looking for something already, we may as well help," Bitter End had told her companion. "It's probably a good idea to do a legendary a favour. You never know when you might need one from them..."

Not that she was expecting a reply, and certainly not one against her decision. It was merely information, and she was constantly looking back, making sure she kept up. For a mysterious crazy evil swamp witch, she was very ditzy and kept wandering off, for some reason. That girl was kind of slow.

"That's useless, but pretty." Bitter End said of the first spiderweb they encountered on the way, peering at the intricate lacing. "I guess I'll take it along. Stand back, your horns will muck it up."

With a gentle sweeping of her tail, she gathered it up somehow.

"What?" End yelled, lumbering in her direction, mildly irritated that she'd wandered off but had, at least, called her over. She inelegantly managed to stomp on every twig on the way, and came trotting loudly into Sleepless' vicinity and straight into the hive.

The massive, massive hive.

There was a cry that was a cross being a scream and a growl and she went galloping into the other direction, a faint cry of "SLEEPLESSSSSSS" that trailed off into the swamp, swallowed by the swarming sound of bees right on her tail.

Rather unfortunately for Sleepless, End had run straight into her path, this time devoid of bees. "I went back to look for you!" She said in disgust, shaking twigs from her mane - the only remnants from her bee encounter, for she was free of stings and just annoyed. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised you were gone. I wouldn't want to stay there either." She grumbled, admitting defeat to logic. "Opportunistic beeswax grab, I see. Let's go."

"Wow, pretty." She said with a tone of flat boredom. "About as pretty and useless as the spiderweb. Maybe I'll get to trade it off." She carefully maneuvered her tail under the ribbons of bark, curling it over and around, careful not to break the web. "Or get bonus legendary points when I bring in extra pretty stuff."

End wandered over holding her tail upright, and looked at Sleepless, then the skull.
"Oh look, a skull." She said, interest vaguely piqued. "Maybe that's what made the ribbons, huh?"

She kicked it with a derisive little laugh. It rolled a couple of rounds, right smack into a sharp rock, and shattered.

"It was dead anyway." She said with a shrug and venom for the inevitability of death.

There were hoofsteps. End looked up and witness the dramatic entrance of a wizened old mare. The commotion (or however much of a commotion of two does and one shattering skull could cause) had presumably drawn her over, and she hissed at them, and made unintelligible angry noises. It was all quite amusing until she reared at them and started to charge.

As End embarked on her second escapade for the day, she yelled at Sleepless: "Was that some kind of hex or something?! Or was that the lack of teeth???"

"I DON’T KNOW WHAT I EXPECT YOU TO SAY WITH THAT BEESWAX," She mused loudly over the sound of the wind in their ears.