Mossfire flew up to greet the three incoming pegasi. Stormflight and Graystripe balked at the sight of Mossfire's wooden wings, just able to let the weanling carried by them fly. But Ashfeather kept her position, willing to be the spokesperson for her group. "Who are you?" She asked.
"I'm Mossfire," Mossfire answered. "I live here. Do you want to be part of my herd?"
Ashfeather looked skeptical. "What's up with your wings?"
The answer tumbled out of Mossfire's mouth. He didn't even know it until he said it. "The Trap is my sire," Mossfire said. At this, Stormflight and Graystripe retreated even further away from Mossfire. Seeing her friends' discomfort, with some embarrassment, Ashfeather nodded her neck in affirmation.
"We'll join your herd," she said. "What is it called?"
Mossfire thought about this a little. Finally, he decided. "We are Forest Herd," he said.