She saw the pony after about half a minute of walking, still illuminated by the sunset. The other pony — a unicorn mare, but Polar couldn’t make out much else in the dimming light — paced back and forth next to the cliff a few times, looked over, cursed uncreatively again, and went back to pacing through the thin snow. She was wearing decent clothes for this weather, but Polar felt she looked lost or out of her depth.