Mossfire tore out of the Trap with more speed than he had ever shown before. It was exhilarating. The wind on his face, and the clouds in his mossy mane. He flew over the trap and Snow Herd territory, with his herdmates trailing behind him, grasping his tail to keep up. He landed in the Vein, calling out to his relatives. A dozen pegasi leaped out of the trees. Some had plants growing instead of a coat, and others had tree branches sticking out of their mane, like antlers. Still more carried wooden legs, and some more had branches curling around themselves. They all saw Mossfire's mossy mane and his wooden wings. They followed him into the air without a word. He looked back, saying to his herdmates, "Isn't this great?" but he didn't see them anywhere. Just then, they passed over Snow Herd territory, and he saw three small figures the colors of his friends cornered by Snow Herd steeds. Mossfire dropped down, leaving his kin to finish the journey alone. "I'm coming!" he called and used his hard wings to knock the warriors back. He took his friends into the sky with him, and this time, they kept pace. The four steeds landed in a clearing, where the other tree-pegasi were grazing. Mossfire looked around him, at the wooden pegasi, at the Snow Herd fillies, and he realized. He had a herd. "We are Forest Herd," he announced, and no one objected.