“Daggit. Thanks for the heads-up.” Pulling her balaclava back into position, Catskill veered in the direction of where the squirrel had pointed. What was a pony doing out here? The only one who lived out here (besides herself, obviously) was Polar Sun several hours away, and she didn’t come down from the pass much, if at all. Whoever they were, it meant she had somepony to rescue. She didn’t have much experience rescuing ponies, so she hoped it’d be easy.