His eyes shot open and he looked about. He was outside, lying on a gravel path. He didn’t recognise these trees. He got to his hooves and noted he was no longer wearing his padded armour. He looked around in a panic. He was on some kind of trail overlooking a dried up ravine, mountains soaring upwards all around him. “Whe- What…” He breathed heavily as he struggled to rationalize where he was, trying to prevent himself from panicking. He backed up away from the ravine edge which he had been lying dangerously close to, squealing like a filly when his rear bumped into a particularly sharp branch of a small tree. He bucked instinctively with all his might, causing a satisfying cracking sound.