Mending Pulse exhaled, laying her head over her crossed forelegs and listening to the sounds of conflict in the distance. The cottage she sheltered in was tiny, wooden walls thin and the roof falling apart in patches. The thought of it collapsing on her while she slept was uncomfortable, but until night time, she would have to remain there, trying to restore her energy for the hell she had to face. Pulse's plan was to find a better shelter within the town, preferably with other ponies since being in groups was more comforting to the mare.
The wood creaked, her head shot up towards the sound. Finding nothing, she sighed, resting her head once more.
It was going to be hard for her to adjust to a more nocturnal schedule in this mess.