“Cezert, chez.” Boris pointed a hoof out towards the main group, Daniel looking over. A number of the bug-horses had raced ahead to a clump of dead trees, a few even flying using their thin wings. To be honest, he hadn’t expected the wings to work given what he remembered from science class in high school. They seemed too thin and small compared to the body, but given the fact that he was currently living with intelligent bug-horses he figured that some leeway could be given. 