Golden hooves echoed through the lush halls of the Overgrown Caverns, accompanied by smaller grey ones. The purple equine’s small companion gently asked her for a rest, promising a feast fit for…well…adventurers. She obliged without question, knowing fully that her partner could not travel the same distance as herself. Fire crackled between the two, illuminating the wing like markings adorned upon the larger Courser’s chest. Scents of roasted veggies and herbs filled the cavern...