You walk up the side of the hill making sure to step heavy enough that they would hear you coming. But the stranger doesn’t turn around. As you get closer you could distinguish the frame of a skinnier stallion and he was…crying? You were never very good at calming people down, but it was too late to turn back now. Besides, you felt kinda bad for him…crying to himself all alone in the park. What could be so bad as to…oh shit.