Canary took a deep breath, treasuring the purity of the air up on the surface. After years of expecting any given breath to be her last, the mare was accustomed to a certain level of stress and knew how to keep it under control.
Excitement, meanwhile, was still relatively new for her.
“What did you just say?” Granite asked, tilting his head to one side.
“Scarcity asked if some of us want to visit the settlement!”
“…The settlement we raided?”
“Uh… yes?” Canary sheepishly responded.
“Sounds like a trap.”
“…Trapping us after giving medical care?” Canary retorted
Granite paused.
“Touché.”