“Oh, for the love of…” Trace planted her face in her hoof and pulled down. “At some point, Amanita was chased by a bear, probably the same that chased us. It pulled down a tree to get to her. Meanwhile, I also saw the tracks of some pony while following Amanita’s trail. Where that pony is now, I don’t know. Come.” She turned and walked along the ridgeline.