I wouldn't call it a "success." We're undead. Free-willed undead, but still undead.

In other words you're just as lost as we are. The "boss" sighed.

Okay colts, let's keep moving. These ponies don't know anything.

Hold up a minute: One of the skeletons stops his group.

I just want to point something out that I thought was strange: When I was trying to regroup with you all, I saw a few other skeletons who said they were looking for a way out from the forest. What ever is happening seems to be affecting the forest, specifically, and it's probably coming from deeper within. The skeleton points a hoof deeper into the forest.

Well it's a start. But we gotta keep moving before things get dangerous. Let's go. And with a flash, the four undead ranger ponies vanish into the foilage, towards the direction that leads deeper into the forest.

The tracks Deepwood was previously following are also clearly visible.