"My business is my own and nopony else does have the desire to know that. But I may and should make the suggestion that you come here and look me in the face when you speak to me." the mare replied in a cold tone. She rose her head up far enough to look through the treelines. But no matter in which direction her eyes went, they never saw the pony that spoke to her. And most likely was that for the better. The last thing she wanted was an encounter within the woods.