Loping along at an easy pace, Hepaestion picked his way through the woods. Mostly going on the smells around him and the insistent urging of his little clock friend, the stallion made his way with only minor difficulty to a clearing where a grove of pear trees stood.
Ah, pears. Apple's noble cousins. Sweeter and juicier, they were just the thing to satisfy Hepaestion's hunger. He sidled up to the closest tree and plucked a fruit from it to munch on.
