Raph looks up and over, following her gaze. "Cloud? Lost? Nahh, it'd take more'n Foghorn over here to spook him. Ain't that right, buddy?"

Since when does the pony eat bread and cheese? Huh. Raph shakes the question away.

"We should probably burn the carcass sooner rather'n later," he mutters while trying to figure out the best way to snag a few feathers without the aid of pliers.