The enclosed area of cushions and blankets was noticeably stuffier than the outside. That, combined with the fact that Dash had worked up a light sweat, meant that you could smell your pegasus just as clearly as you could smell pancakes and bacon on a Sunday morning. Like a true predator stalking his prey, you let her familiar aroma guide you through the dark corridors. Each brush of her haunches against a wall was a glowing lantern of spice and each swipe of her mane on the ceiling was a bright petrichor lamp post. 