“Let’s go let’s go let’s go!” Harls screeched. Violet let out a loose laugh. “Relax!” Calypso rolled her eyes. “Alright, come on,” she muttered, tossing her white mane. “There is prey waiting to be caught.” Harls crossed her eyes but followed as Calypso set off at a steady canter across the open plains. Violet chuckled and headed after the mares.
Calypso narrowed her eyes, absorbing the wind and the smell of fresh rain into her skin. Her hooves spewed earth as she plowed through the long grasses, her slowly focusing on a tiny shape that began to look like a forest. Not caring if Harls or Violet were behind her, she sped up. They were slow chatterboxes anyway. No use wasting time on them, right? When the forest looked slightly bigger, she halted and flicked her tail, straining her ears to hear sounds of more hoofbeats. Not hearing any, she frowned, turning around. Stamping her hoof impatiently, she waited many minutes bef