The zebra walked up to Twilight's location with a calm pace. Despite haste being of the essence, she wasn't in the mood to tumble over a root of a tree. Yet she knew they were on the right track the second she saw it. "We have to go, or we might be late for the show," she spoke up. She placed a hoof in the created path. A path that was made by something big and massive. It had snapped small branches like they were nothing. Not to mention the size was perfect for them.