The black Pegasus mare felt as though she had been flying for hours before finding a place to land. Phoenix went into a dive, folding her powerful, black-feathered wings close to her body. She plummeted towards the ground and when it looked as though she surely crash into the forest floor, she opened her wings and pulled up slightly. Flapping for a moment, Phoenix landed neatly, her hooves making a soft thud on the forest floor. The young mare sniffed the air, inhaling the rich, earthy smell of the forest. Phoenix also noticed that the air was thick with the pungent odor of strangers. This made her feel a little wary but she knew that she would just have to get used to it.
Phoenix started walking cautiously through the forest. The thought of meeting strangers weighed heavily on her mind. Phoenix was not scared of strangers, just wary of them. She knew that some horses could be trouble and that it was best not to be too trusting until you got to know them. Phoenix also knew that if trouble started, she could always flee.