“What kind of pony lives out here?” asked Bitterroot, spreading her front legs wide. “Not just outdoorsmares, not just the best outdoorsmares, but the best of the best of the best. And nopony gets that good alone. They learned from others, they learned about helping others, and with a job like this, they’re required by law to offer the best assistance they can. Even if that ranger hated Amanita’s guts, she’d legally have to give her some kind of help.”