Dale looked back, where the two ponies were arguing about something. Lyra was shaking her head and looking disgusted, while the yellow one had a determined look on her face. Finally, she stuck her muzzle into the other bag and pulled out a very dead woodchuck. She proudly walked over towards Dale, the animal hanging out of her teeth. Before he could yank his plate away, she dropped it on top of his dinner and looked at him expectantly.