Mossfire, Ashfeather, Stormflight, and Graystripe balked at the sight of the wooden steed. They turned, ready to run, but the pegasus didn't move. Finally, Ashfeather relaxed. "It's a statue," she said. The others turned back. Mossfire stepped closer. He exchanged breath with the stallion.
"What is he doing?" Stormflight whispered to the other Snow Herd foals.
"I don't know," Graystripe whispered back. They watched the wooden-winged pegasus traipse around the statue.
Suddenly, the statue moved toward Mossfire. Even he couldn't help but paw at the ground in surprise. The statue, or wooden stallion, or whatever it was, opened its mouth and began to speak.
"I am Treewing," the stallion said. "You are my colt," he said, addressing Mossfire.
"I-I am?" Mossfire asked.
"Yes," Treewing answered. "You will find all of my descendants in the Vein, and bring them here." Mossfire didn't seem surprised that there were more of his kind. He nodded, and, at once, took off, pulling the Snow Herd foals behind him.