Spitfire tossed his overgrown mane, ears swiveling in alertness as they pressed onward. Noticing the foals had sprinted ahead once the forest thinned into a meadow, the stallion let out a snort and immediately galloped after them. Catching up to them quickly, he hopped in front of them and stopped, blocking their path from any further running. "Don't run ahead like that. We need to stay together. We don't know what could be out here." The mustang scolded them, giving Ciny a shove with his head to turn her around, and shooting a disapproving glance at Frosty.