The trees here are so thick that the sun is almost compleatly blotted out. The pine needles here are a deeper green color then usual, almost black. There is almost not grass or water here, for the pineneedles cover almost every visible surface. Only nimble horses can live here and not get caught between the trees.

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It's not really a meadow, the fact being that there is very little open space. Only a few trees have been left standing; the rest have fallen down as though by some ancient curse. These trees offer a wide varity of ways for a foal to play; they also serve the useful purpose of trapping any horse who doesn't know the terrain well.

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The land here is so wet that every visible surface is covered in some kind of moss or fungus. The constant moisture makes every plant a bright, vivid green. There is no shortage of water or food here, but one must take care not to fall into the pits of moss-hidden mud waiting to drag them down. Corpses of long-dead equines who fell victum to the mud can be discovered if one cares to scrape away the fine layer of moss covering every deadly pit.

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