Kintla Flatlands when i was a little filly

He was used to the startled looks by now. It was always amusing to see how someone reacted to his unique trait and watch the battle inside their head: should they say something? Should they pretend like the wide eyes was how they greeted everyone? More often than not, folks chose to remain silent about the matter; this woman was no different. His muzzle wrinkled in a small smile as she dissected the pride territory. Alright, so this chick didn't like dark places.. good to know! Jensen stared beyond her for a few moments and into the dreary forest, his head dipping in agreement. "It does seem like a depressing places, but who knows? Maybe it's not like this all the way through. It could be pretty farther in, you know?" The eta really had no idea, but he hated the idea of chalking off something so quickly. What if the world's most beautiful waterfall lay just beyond the blackened trees? "Could be worse, too. Could be a giant cave that leads underground to a bunch of freaky tunnels." He shuddered at the thought and took a few moments to remind himself that he was above ground, in the sunlight, and not confined in the least. Claustrophobia was not his most admirable trait.