Not anymore. Former slaves. “I have some food for you,” Melody said, and instantly all four of them were watching her. “Look, it’s safe.” She lowered her head to the bowl, taking an obvious bite and chewing thoughtfully. “See? Safe. For you.” She lifted the bowl in her teeth, carrying it over to the ponies. All of them cowered back at first, but not forever. It was obvious at a glance these ponies had not been given enough to eat. The same stallion who had answered her before broke away from the others, and made to take the bowl. She let go as he did, and backed away as he retreated into the group.