Tripple's barrel silently moved. Up... Down... His breathing wasn't even heard. This was his favorite place to hang around, he knew it like his own home... And yes... It was actually his home. He was born here. And he knew it. The power of this great forest could be harnesed, just like the wild mustang could. And he had perfected it. He knew where to be, when, and why. This was his forest. Or at least that was what he thought. With a sigh he took a step forwards. Placing his hoof perfectly on the ground without even a sound. Then he froze, and grinned.
In the distance he heard the faint cracking of twigs and ruffling of leaves, someone else had ventured in. And now he finally had something to do.

With a few short stride he could make out the creamy figure of a mare, she looked weary and afraid, though her curiousity had gotten the better of her. And it showed. There was a mischievious look upon her face.
He raised his eyebrow, looking equally as naughty, and trotted silently to her rear.
"Who..." He leapt to the left, not making a sound.
"Dares..." He jumped again, equally as quiet.
"Enter?" His voice was deep.
He smiled. Walking a little further to the left. He had just spoke a half circle around the mare... Just for the affect of utter confusion. This should be an odd scene. What would this one do?