As the wind died down, so did the scent and the mare lowered her head again but began slowly walking across the clearing. She was ready to go back home, and the scent she had caught was enough warning for her to move on. Unlike a normal wild horse though, this one didn't panic and flee blindly, instead she took her time. People came into the woods, not often, but enough that the mare wasn't worried if the scent was as faint as it had been. Going in amongst the trees, the mare wandered, clearly in no hurry to be anywhere. Turning off to a deer path, the ghost horse started off in the direction of a series of caverns and caves hidden deep in the woods.