Macintosh kept as close to the trees as possible as he travelled onwards; whatever it was that ate his saddlebag sounded big and mean, and he wanted to stay as hidden as possible. Fortunately, his legs seemed to be getting stronger; it wasn't so hard to move around anymore. The weight of the horseshoes actually seemed to be a help, not a hindrance. And of course not having the saddlebag and collar on helped immensely. At least now he'd be able to go through the forest on legs he didn't have to worry would collapse beneath him. 