One Hundred Ponies of Tambelon

by Tartarusbound

Chapter 27

Golden Writ kept a wary eye on the skies as the herd walked towards the northern forest. He felt completely exposed even while standing at the center of the herd, though there was little choice in the matter. Unless ponies wanted to start consuming random plants, there was nothing to eat.

When they arrived, there would be much to do:

Finding a clearing… Rebuilding the shelter... The rescue attempt…

*Crackaaaaw*

Writ flinched, suddenly expecting featherhead talons.

Huh… just a bird

Perhaps it was best to shelve the matter until he had the forest canopy to conceal him from airborne raiders.