As she walked she couldn't help but notice a feeling of first begin to creep its way into her throat. A small sigh left her at this. Currently she was in a unfamiliar forest, which meant she had no idea were there might be a river or stream. "Perfect," she muttered to herself. "Even if I do find somewhere to sleep I'll probably die of dehydration. Life sure is amazing."
With a angry huff the pawed up the ground, pulling up some grass with her hoof. If you looked at the Filly it was clear that she was not in the best condition. Rather small, thin, and over all weak looking. Life had not been kind to her.