The massive courser stalked through the vines and weeds that lined the stone floor, searching for herbs and items to collect and then distribute. The musty cavern groans with life, strange figures shifting around in the foggy darkness, illuminated only by gems and soapstones, along with strange, glowing plants and fungus. Yet, something closer to Leif caught his attention - a bright object flashing below him. 

His golden eyes shot down, expecting an ancient booby trap, but was instead met with two little bugs. Their armor glittered with tiny crystal adornments, and they seem to assess each other before clashing. Leif imagined that these creatures, smaller than any one of his hooves, believed their battle legendary - but to him, it was akin to the shuffling of pins. He was enamored for a second before shaking himself and returning to the present... grabbing a beetle and noting its extra crunchy texture... then pocketing the other for any curious foals back home. Neither warrior was spared.