Flip smelled something. His nose twitched, but he did not rise his head. He knew the smell. Manure. Vegetables. Animals.
A farm.
He changed direction and started toward it. His hunger was ravenous, but he ignored it, depression numbing almost all sense he had left.
Shadow splashed Sienna... She then stopped, and looked very sad. "Who am I kidding Sienna?! I'm never gonna meet a stallion, or have a foal!" Shadow yelled, while sobbing.
Yang snorted, then picked up Flip's scent and started galloping the same way he had went. It wasn't that hard; filthy, bloody stallions smelled pretty strongly.
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"What do you mean Shadow?! Are you insane?! Speckle already likes, you I can see that much! YOU are kidding yourself when you say that! You WILL have a foal and you WILL meet a stallion! Trust me, Shadow." Sienna said.