Tapper was not part of Nighteye’s scouting team. Neither was she on Snare’s hunting team.
She was simply a leader of the herd, leading through actions instead of words. If this forest was dangerous, better that it take an injured mare past her prime than anypony important. In fact, that was why she started tapping in the first place.
The forest was wild entirely untended. Through a gap in the canopy, however, Tapper could see smoke rising in the distance. A settlement, perhaps?
*tap* *tap* *tap* *tap*
A small bird rapidly tapped a tree, drawing her attention.
Huh... Tree tapping…