Dark in Golden Rays Forest

Dark moved with ease through the rays of the night, the moons silvery light beaming through the trees. Dark whickered quietly, and continued to walk as she waited for a reply of any sort.

Stricker trotted through the sweet, dark night. He heard something moving, he stopped and pawed at the ground with his ears pinned and snorting. He moved forward starting to hear hooves amoung the ground. He relaxed and nickered out softly waiting for a reply.