Hunter led Twyla away from Corny, the unicorn and towards another. This one was not fluffy or soft. Corny looked like she stepped out of a kids colouring book whereas this one clearly came out of the wildest parts of the woods. A sharp, brown horn, that had seen battle judging by the scars and nicks, stabbed the sky while a layer of thick dense brown fur covered a solid frame. Instead of a fluffy, cloud mane, golden brown plaits hung to one side. Those plaits could easily knock someone out. Even without the sharp blades that were tied into it. Large, sweet eyes, so at odds with the rest of the unicorn, looked down at Twyla.
"Say hello to Speed," Hunter introduced. Twyla squinted at him. "I was not good at names!"
