"Ah..oh...!" she nudged his head into a more comfortable position; lest his snout become wrinkled and sore. She had felt the pull, the Call from his bag. The tugging had intensified the further on they traveled into the city. To her, the pull was not as intense since the evil came from The Stag. Whispers connection to Mother Nature protected her from these things but it was a different story entirely for her friend.
Silently, she shot off a quick prayer to Mother for giving Wanderlust the strength he needed to resist temptation. Her ears swiveled around as she sat and observed the other ponies, it was always so fascinating how they all looked so different, so many colors and intricate cutie marks.
"Excuse me, apologies for interrupting your conversation. The Princesses sent us here to join your group and in your travels. My name is Whisper and my companion is Wanderlust. Is there anything we should know about? Plans or strategies?" the deer spoke carefully, never knowing whether a pony would chose to ignore her or not. It had happened before, simply because she was branded 'wild'.