Most mares looking for love will stray into the depths of the dense fir forest, arriving at the center where the golden sunlight filters through the boughs of the trees. They must beware though, as many stallions with things other than love in mind can lurk in the shadows.
This valley lies between huge mountains on each side, and sometimes, the way the wind whistles through the trees tops and echos across the sides of the cliffs, it seems like the shadows themselves are screaming.
These grounds are parched; it is extremely rare for rain to fall here. On the opposite side of the mountain from the hollow, the monsterous peak creates a rainshadow, blocking the clouds from passing into the sandy soil. This is where stallions and mares alike come to battle, and the seemingly timeless judge emerges from the deepest recesses of the cliffs to announce the winner.
