Granyl, satisfied with how she seemed to calm down somewhat, kept his eyes on the path ahead. He thought about why she lived out here, and what kind of home she'd possibly have. He figured it'd be stressful to live out here, and couldn't grasp why anypony would even want to. Maybe it was usually quiet around here and she preferred it? He couldn't quite put his hoof on it. Though feeling somewhat cold, he was glad to hear the sounds of the possible beasts around them become more faint. Almost like they stuck to specific areas of the forest for the most part... Territorial, perhaps. It was the best assumption Granyl had.

Trying to get his mind off the beasts as well, he began thinking about the tasks ahead of him. Work. He needed work, badly. To afford food, and temporary housing. He'd noted a few places of interest around Ponyville, but wasn't sure if any of them were even looking for anypony to help them out. It'd be a mildly irritating process.