One Hundred Ponies of Tambelon

by Tartarusbound

Chapter 57

Standing at the edge of the forest, Canary carefully watched a distant stallion eating some sort of plant matter.

From a distance, Canary easily ruled out the possibility of the plant being a root, leaf, fruit, flower, or mushroom. Instead, it looked like grass. If Canary was right, she could eat plants as well… if she found the right type.

Canary groaned, trying to compare the distant grass with samples she had collected in the forest. The distance between them made it a maddening task.

If she got it right, however, the herd could stabilize. No need for further raids.