This dry and desolate hill used to be much larger near the end of the human war, but it seems to be crumbling and wasting away every so often. The horses don't mind it, unless one of their own happens to fall and hurt themselves on the unstable ground. there are cracks in this dry hill, and it has small patches of light brown to yellow grasses growing all around it. Little do the horses know, this hill is a human burial mound. If the human skeletons were ever uncovered from this hill, the inhabitants of this area could be traumatized by the sight of them for the rest of their lives.