Fluttershy was starting to regret walking through Whitetail Wood. They could have easily gone around by the farm, or just flown, but Rainbow had insisted. And she never liked to cause trouble.
But now it was getting late, and the sun was low in the sky. Leaves crunched quietly under their hooves as the last few golden rays of light filtered through the trees. Her friend hadn’t said a word for hours.
“Are we almost there?” she asked.
“Yes,” said the thing wearing Rainbow Dash. “Just a little further.”