Luckily for her were the only sounds she caught up the gentle snoring of the pony inside and the wind that made its way over the grass in a calm manner that was surrounding her. Everything appeared to be perfect, yet the mind of the unicorn came into another conflict with itself. At one end she could use a meal and even had found it. On the other end it would mean that another pony would be losing its blood. Is it possible that one can truly keep denying its nature? was the only thought that ran across her mind in the far end. The only question to which she truly needed an answer on.