He took a few strides towards the harness and cart, before -CLANG- his large hoof struck something hiding beneath the slow. Blue eyes narrowing, he lowers his head and uses the thickness of his horn to scrape away the layer of snow on the item. Was this a plow? Indeed it was.
He snorts in annoyed amusement, shaking his massive head slightly. What was he getting himself into? Walking around the plow, he carefully picks (well, as carefully as an elephant can) his way to the cart. Luckily, he does not encounter any more hiding object.
He hums to himself as he asses the gear. The harness was definitely on the small side for his gargantuan frame. He could already feel the rub marks. Ah well, he’s certainly had worse. The cart was surely big enough to load plenty of glass onto it. He assumed it would hold under the weight- for he planned to pull as much as he could with each trip. And, given his size and strength- that was plenty.
“Hmm, now how to get this on?” He hums his question aloud. Indeed, he would need some help with the harness and cart to pull it to the shattered wall.
ooc| @Anzanie & Anyone else who wants to help clean up the wall is also welcome!