Continuing from here -
"I thought you know where we were going.", Mustache said, as the two foals weariely wandered through the darker growing, misty November forest.
"I also knew where we were going . . . I just don't know anymore.", Fever returned with a little huff.
"It's getting dark. My dad always says Little foals mustn't be out when it's getting dark, everybody wants to eat us.", Mustache mumbled.
"Oh, stop it! I thought you were a stallion!", Fever huffed again.
"I'm a COLT and no stallion, but I'd sure prefer becoming a stallion one day and not get eaten in some dark forest!", Mustache huffed right back.
"You're such a cry-baby, Mustache! Then go back to your stable and hide behind your papa . . . OHMYGOD what was that!", Fever yelped, pressing herself tightly against Mustache.
"Who's hiding behind whom now?", Mustache couldn't help, but tease with a smirk.
"Oh, stop it! There was a noise, didn't you hear it?", Fever returned, her ears twitching.
"No I didn't see anyth . . .", and just that Moment both foals caught sight of a pair of glowing, yellow eyes in the fog!
A Moment they just stared and then started screaming from the top of their lungs, bolting like Death himself was after them!
Oh, children, why do you always have to end up in scary forests. Lol. ;3Reference - [link]