Eventually the other ponies began appearing, being directed to their position by the local griffons. Crimson carefully studied the faces and marks of each of them on reflex as they received their orders from the stallion, who she learned was Big Macintosh. After the last of them was directed to their respective fields, Big Macintosh watched them for a minute and then, almost idly, scraped the snow off the ground and dug a small hole out with his hoof. He leaned down close and looked hard at the soil, as if looking for something.