A breeze lifted the horse's mane a little as she bent her elegant neck to the water. Taking large gulps, the horse realized just how thirsty she was this morning. Turning away from the water, the horse kept her head down, sniffing the grass but not eating any. She didn't much care for the taste of grass, she'd tried it before and thought it tasted too much like dirt. Instead she daintily lipped at nuts that had fallen from the trees and went to a bush to try the berries there. Another breeze lifted and she caught a scent of something foreign, lifting her head up the horse looked around the clearing, wondering where the scent was coming from.