Daring Do and The Obsidian Feather

"I don't think asking around is a good idea. The less ponies who know about this, the better. We'll go entirely off of your sense of smell. That is, if you're confident enough to put it to the test?" you say.

"Confidence is my game, missy. I can track it even without a lead, no problem. Lets go outside," says Bloodhound, walking outside.

You follow him, flipping your pith helmet onto your head as you go. This is the start of a bold new adventure for you. You smile at the thought of Rainbow Dash unwrapping the first edition of the book you'll write about it.

When you're outside, Bloodhound raises the map to his face and inhales deeply. You snicker slightly at the comical sight of a griffon smelling a map, but sober up at a glare from him. After a moment of concentration, Bloodhound says, "I've got it."

He lowers his head to the ground and begins sniffing it, looking very much like his namesake. You follow him as he begins to follow a path. His path is unclear, weaving from side to side and occasionally walking in circles, but you slowly begin to carve a path along.

Eventually, you come to a fork in the road. Bloodhound stands up straight. "I can't tell where to go," he says. "The scent is just as strong on the left as it is on the right. Which way do you think we should go?"

You look at the two roads. The road on the right leads into a dark forest, and you can see golden eyes flickering in the dense vegetation. The fork on the left leads into land which gradually becomes more and more desolate as you cross into the desert.

Which road do you take?

Left

Right