With that correction, the crystal pony lead him away from the cliff and down a sloping path into the valley.  The snow crunched under hooves and boots as they wound back and forth, here across a straighter segment, there down a steeper incline, following a set of slowly-filling hoofprints left on the way up.  Once they were in the valley proper progress was swift, the man's firm strides matching the pony's loping trot.  Puffy seemed excited to be returning with another, while Forgath had at least one more goal driving him, simple as it was.  The silence didn't last long, broken just as one might expect.