you trotted through the forest, your hooves making marks in the ground, you rub your right horny, it got chipped while being chased by a hunter, you're little tuffs of furr on your legs a little tangled and dirty, you trotted through a pumpkin patch and you see a girl, tending to the pumpkins

"This here... Over there...."

she was muttering about something, maybe you should go talk to her