“We got enough food for another mouth. You could come back to our village in River’s Pass, get yourself washed up. You’re in a right state you are.” He looked down. Sure enough, his once pristine and immaculate white coat was filthy from the dirt of the road and the life that came with it. He looked back up at the pair of earth ponies, confused by their sudden generosity and eyed the baskets full of goods they had on them. His stomach rumbled audibly.