Watching as the paint filly made her way almost flawlessly thought the feild of 'water bombs', he decided that it was no longer safe. She indeed looked young, to much so to be briskly running around alone. Breaking into a trot, he swerved around the holes, soon nearing her. Making sure not to get overly close, he snorted, letting his apperance be known. Ma'am, as leader of Amber Fields, I am rather concerned. He started. Why must you be wandering in such dangerous hands? he asked.