From there on, he had slogged it on foot in a rough westerly direction, or at least he had planned to until he found convenient transport. Somehow the Equestrians still hadn't found him, and as much as he didn't want to let his guard down, he simply had to allow himself the occasional rest every now and again. He had followed the roads, but only when there was tree cover nearby, diving out of sight as soon as he got a whiff of someone drawing near, on land or overhead. He got especially wary on days with prominent cloud cover. Those were times he definitely walked off the road, just in case some pegasus had been hiding behind the damn things.