Timber Crash galloped after Heavy Hoof, doing his best to keep up with the well-muscled stallion. The lumberpony was very strong himself, of course, but he lacked the full-body musculature that Heavy Hoof earned with his rigorous exercise regimen, and so fell behind him a short distance.<br/><br/>As the three stallions ran on, Timber noticed a line on the ground where flowers had wilted and grass had died. He skidded to a halt, motioning the others to go on ahead. He lowered his head to the brown grass and was about to take a nibble, when the overall sense of wrongness of the situation struck him. "This isn't natural at all," he murmured to himself, sniffing cautiously at a dead flower. "Somepony must have done this deliberately... or there's something else going on. This hill wasn't like this yesterday. What could this mean?"<br/><br/>He scraped a bit of dirt from the dead area into a pouch on his harness, being careful not to get any in his mouth or nose, and then galloped after Heavy Hoof and No Mark again. He arrived at the scene of the silo about half a minute after Heavy Hoof, snorting heavily, sweat lathering on his flanks. He folded onto his knees for a moment, catching his breath while the others spoke.<br/><br/>Timber looked up at Heavy Hoof's proclamation. "Of course we'll help! Whatever we can do." He hauled himself up to his hooves and bowed to Luna. "I can see that this is in good hooves... you<em>will</em>stop this, won't you? All this dead grass... it's just not right." The young stallion shuddered, looking around at the wasted landscape.