Forgath's instincts perked.  Turning slowly, he looked down on her with his stony gaze.  Her eyes widened; she recognized her mistake, but it was too late now.  Forgath leaned a little closer, the beginning of dark mirth welling up within him.  The filly raised her hooves, as if to ward off what she knew was coming, but it was in vain.  Forgath opened his mouth, and spoke the most cruel words he possibly could.