Krówka stretched her short, stubby legs, finally finding peace in the softness of her makeshift pillow. It was just some old rag, stuffed with probably even more old rags, but it was warm, it was comfortable, it was hers. The mare was never brought up to be picky with material objects anyway. They just had to do their job, didn't have to be fancy or luxurious. "Well.. sure, the pillow could be better", she thought to herself, shifting her neck while trying to find a more comfortable position, but complaining is for weak ponies, and she was not weak. It wasn't even like she was here often, in her little tent, that is. She liked going to more crowded places whenever she could, chatting with other horses, watching their everyday lifes. Krówka did also like going into the dungeons for longer trips and sometimes even did some surface exploring, though they were not as frequent as the dungeon ones. Sometimes, she didn't even come back on the surface until a few days later, but that wasn't in any way extreme compared to some of the others, was it? Tonight was probably not an exception to that routine. She will sleep, wake up, and head out to wherever her hooves will lead her. Sigh... She was starting to feel a little lonely out there.