The silence that followed was one that didn’t sit well with Ody. He forced himself to look away from the ledge, his own herd nervously pacing behind him.
Prepared to leave, the stallion moved away from the ledge, but paused at something peculiar. Beneath an unburned bush, a fluffy brown tail poked out. He stalked over, lifting the bush with his hoof, his green gaze widening at what was revealed.
He no longer heard his parents' voices, just the hushed voices of a few strangers. One moment, two moments, and nothing, where had they gone? Just as he was about to peak out himself a strange hoof parted the branches where he was laying down and a pair of unfamiliar green eyes of a WME he did not know looked down upon him, outlined by the dancing orange light of the fires dying out behind him.
The little foal was unsure on how long they simply stayed still and looked at each other like that. But it was enough for little Asty to get the sinking feeling that something was wrong here. Little tear-filled green eyes with many questions and were met with no answers.