Macintosh grumbled for a moment at the loss and then returned his attention to the job at hoof; right now he needed to see Zecora for something quite a bit more important than just courting her. That sort of thing could wait until after. He picked up the slight scent of burning wood, possibly from a cooking fire? He decided to follow it; it wasn't as though he knew where he was at this point anyway, having lost his sense of direction in his panic, and it would give him something to focus on. It was a promising sign, at least. As he went deeper into the forest, a pair of eyes shone from a bush and vanished.