The Dusty Trail
 
You’d think that after living alone for a few millennium that the feeling of loneliness would go away, that you’d get used to it. However, after seeing civilizations fall and new ones take their place, even after seeing whole races disappear to time, Rawhide still feels alone.
 
He doesn’t fit in anywhere. Not with the Changelings, nor with the ponies or any other creature. His life is lived on the move, forever trotting from place to place. He sometimes runs into creatures that could be friends, but he never stays around.
 
Maybe one day, he can find his place in this ever changing world and stop trotting, but that day seems far away. For now, he must keep walking the dusty trail.