He crashed through thickets, bushes and smaller trees - trampled rotten stumps and anthills in his pursuit of the bunny. He had no idea what to do with it if he ever caught it, it was just a mad instinct that drove him. The mere movements of the little animal made him want to chase and chase and chase it until it stopped running. It was not the instinct of a horse, but then again the Monster was more predator than horse. He ignored branches hitting him in the face, he didn’t mind the muddy water splashing up on his legs and barrel when he ran through creeks - the only thing he cared about was to get to the bunny.

He was vaguely aware of the dark mare behind him, but when he suddenly got a whiff of her scent he lost his concentration on the bunny and the little animal turned quickly to the right and was gone in the forest. The Monster needed a few strides to stop and by then the bunny had probably found a safe hiding spot under a root or maybe in its own burrow. The black, ragged brute sniffed the ground, but he soon lost interest and turned his attention to the mare. He cocked his head to the side, looking at her with eyes that were open and, in a sense, soulless. It was easy to see that the beast’s intelligence had quite the limit and that his understanding of the world was somewhat flawed.

He took a few steps towards the mare, sniffed her at the base of her neck and the without warning he pivoted around and started plowing through the forest again. He’d seen a bird in the corner of his eye and was now chasing it - head turned to the sky and legs carelessly working under him. The black rope dragged over the ground, dashing between his front legs in a sort of foreboding dance - it would only be a matter of time before he stepped on it and fell.

The beast then exploded out of the forest and into the clearing where they’d had the herdmeeting. He was still watching the bird, but in the middle of the clearing it happened - the rope got stuck under his left hind hoof and the tug of the loop around his neck was so violent that it tore the skin of his withers. He fell, face first, to the ground. Much like he had done at the herdmeeting. Then came his hindquarters and he tipped over and he tumbled around - ending up sitting on his haunches - face, withers and back hurting quite a bit.