Spitfire stepped back, letting the mare exit first. Giving a gesture for the others to follow, he broke into a trot, following after Mishka. He squinted as he stepped into the sunlight, shaking his overgrown mane, exposing his long scar for a second before his mane fell back over it. His pinto pelt shined in the sun as he trotted after Mishka, his tail high like a banner behind him. At the base of the hill, he halted and turned, ears perked as he waited for the others to follow so he could bring up the rear for safety's sake.