Two mares, an earth pony closely followed by a pegasus. The earth pony, a dark purple specimen with cold blue eyes and a long, pale mane, was clad in furs that seemed a touch too large for her from the way they hung off her slim frame. She wasn’t carrying much; that was left to the pegasus. The pegasus was strongly built, like she’d been lifting weights all her life. Her coat was a dark yellow, her red mane trimmed very short. Her leather clothes were roughly made and looked like they’d been padded with cotton, but they fit. A silk scarf, blue, was wound around her neck and muzzle. Her every movement was taut, like she didn’t want to be there, and her green eyes were oddly flat. She bore the earth pony’s bags and weapons, with an arquebus visibly bumping at her side. A stupider setup Bitterroot had never seen in her life; why have the weaker pony as the pack person?