The poison began to affect him with a slowly growing exhaustion, though given his current situation, it was overlooked as simple exertion; he literally wasn't the stallion he used to be. Soon he gave a short yawn and stopped to stretch. Applejack was right: entering this forest had been a big mistake. He'd have to give her an apology if...when he got home. Fortunately the smell of smoke had become a lot stronger than before the weird-looking wolf had come across him and he'd had those terrible berries. Zecora had to be around here somewhere.