Nocturne shivered as he walked through the never-ending emptiness. Maybe he should have stayed where he began, and waited for help. But Nocturne was a stubborn pony, and waiting was not something he was good at so he instead walked, and walked, and walked some more, and now he was going to die in the cold. Until, in a split second, he was face to face with another pony, actually... a griffon. The chills disappeared and he immediately began to speak.
"Who the buck are you, and where the buck are we?"