The skittish little pony ran around, well, kind of a pony. Right now, White was a jaguar. His curse was still working. His belly growled, as he licked his long pointed teeth. He only got to eat when he was a pony. But he had spent some hours earlier as a pony, so he wanted to keep some more hours for later, or something. If somepony came up into the forest, he'd have time to turn into a pony. He wished he could of gone on the expedition like he'd seen so many ponies doing, but he couldn't. He leaped onto a limb of a tree, and rested his head on his paws. His eyes scanned the area, as his tail flicked.