She had never seen such a heavily wooded area. Coming from the mountains where the only trees were either spread out sparsley or in little clumps, to see so many trees congregated in one area was quite the sight to see. One could barely see the sky through the canopy of leaves, but the light that did shine through was obvious in the darker parts. It came down in a stream, and the arctic mare made sure to keep flickering her gaze upwards so she could tell where the next opening would be.
The blue an white colored mare had told herself she'd venture around this region and remember it, so she wouldn't get lost. She had gone by the lake and by a few streams and had been through a clearing. She'd ehard of the desert, but that would mean going through the mountains, which is where she was sure she had hailed from. So her next option had been the forest, despite the warnings she had heard about staying closer to clearings. The mare, Cosette, had been told about the "darker" kinds of Soquili, and she was rather curious about where they were. But now in the forest walking on a very faded pathway formed by other critters, she was beginning to think about how easy it would be to hide here and attack unsuspecting prey.
But all these trees had to be a double-edged sword, right? If someone could hide here with ease, so could she!
... Even though with her white coat she stood out like a sore thumb.
But if there really were such dangerous ones here that really hunted other Soquili, they would've popped out already, right? Telling herself there, Cosette released a sigh of relief. She doubted anyone else would be stumbling through the forest this early in the morning. It was dead quiet, except for the leaves crunching under her hooves.