Rarity laid her head down atop her hooves, and curled tighter into herself to preserve as much of her own warmth from the damp, freezing cold of the late night air. Her body was still wet from both the river, and her profuse sweat from trotting most of the day. She stank worse than she ever had in her life, leaving it a wonder why nothing hadn't found her yet. Which just made her even more anxious than before. The river wasn't very far, she could take a quick dip to remove the sweat in her coat. But, she knew that was a terrible idea, and would rather be dirty and warm, rather than clean and cold; and did her best to ignore the gritty feeling of her dirty body underneath her covering. 