Screwball

Screwball: "Did you hear that?" *Screwball asked, her tone was serious. Mothball's large, green eyes narrowed.* Mothball: "Yeah. Sounds like a young pony. And they're scared." *They followed the sound through the dense foliage, Mothball's antennae twitching, scanning for threats, and Screwball's unique senses guiding her towards the distress. They found a small, shivering filly huddled beneath a giant mushroom that was currently giving off a light show.*