The young stallion quietly trodded on through the forest. It was quite dense at this point, almost immensely so. A thin layer of fog covered the ground, leaving any vegetation hard to see. The ground was also slick with rain, which certainly didn't help in terms of staying on your feet. The skies were covered with thick dark clouds like a blanket, and the young stallion soon came upon an older mare, lying prone on the ground, her legs stuck out in front of her like a puppy. "Excuse me..." he asked quietly. "IS everything alright?"