John contemplates the question, calling upon what he knows of horses, both from his time here in Abraxas and back home in his own world.

"To be quite honest," he says, glancing around to determine which direction they might proceed next, "horses are pasture animals. Even in the wild, they spend a great deal of time simply eating. If I would have to wager where we might find them…"

Stepping forward, he peers through the trees ahead of them before making a noise of triumph. "Ahah! There’s a clearing just ahead! I can see a break in the canopy. With any luck, we should be able to at least spot them from there. Come on!" Eagerly, he guides them forward.