One Hundred Ponies of Tambelon

by Tartarusbound

Chapter 63

The hunters kept a wary eye on the six odd mares as the rest of the herd moved around them and into the castle. The mares, while currently nonviolent, clearly recognized them from the raid and were visibly agitated. Forcing their way inside did little to improve relations.

The blue one kept babbling aggravated gibberish.

The orange one kept trying to take back supplies.

The white one nearly fainted upon seeing the dirt they brought inside.

The pink one seemed… oddly happy to see them.

After talking things over with the purple one, the six mares followed the herd inside.