The mare shines the light closer to the other end of the barrel, and notices that the lower half of the skeleton seems to be a very faded mauve. Mulberry shudders and hopes no one drank the wine that the corpse had been marinating in.
Mulberry decides that if the pony was hiding, it was probably hiding from something or someone. Not wanting to be trapped down here herself, she wonders if she should get going.
On the other hoof, perhaps there is a spell she could cast to speak with the undead?