That can't be healthy

/|\ here comes the choo choo train /|\
Crimson bathed hen weaves her way carefully, lithe frame winding among the various obstacles. Her eyes narrowed with savagely intense concentration, she halts. She has made her way to the gathering of equines, all of them battle scarred and skilled. Twin auditives patrol apex as they commence their determined search, accompanied by her gaze. A smile tugs at the corners of her lips, orifice twitching in and out of the mirthful expression. Finally, the brood selects her target. She clears her vocals with a harsh snort, managing to maintain her eye contact throughout the action.

Oh RC, come out, come out, where ever you are!