i'm not crazy, my reality is just different from yours
He had been alone since meeting Carinae in the Forest. When he had found his way from the shadowy depths he was in the Meadow. Right now he was investigating what lived in the mound under the soil. He touched it with his nose, inhaling the odd scents that were hidden below. Dirt is dusted across his whiskers and his nose when he lifts his head up. His blue mane falling across his face and he jerks his head back irritably as it gets in his eyes. He touches a hoof to it, using some of his weight to push down on the hole.
"Sturdy but not quite sturdy enough if I were to use all my weight." He says to himself out loud. Then he pushes down farther, feeling his hoof sink into the dirt. He stills, listening to see if there were any noises from the occupant below. There wasn't. Then his hoof starts digging into the dirt, kicking it backwards so that he could see into the hole. He digs and digs, until the sun is hot on his back before he can see down the opening.
His nose gets closer, ears flickering as he hears some subtle movements. Using his senses he gathers what information he can. "Woodsy smell. Chittering. Medium sized animal...."
He trails off when he hears someone else walking through the grass and his ears flicker backwards in brief annoyance. It's with her voice that grates on his nerves and then he can hear the animal in the tunnel scurry away. "Tunnels. Damn." There might be a slight flicker of annoyance when he turns to look at her. "Yes?" Eloquent he was not.