Chapters Introduction: Timberwolves
The Timberwolf is a dying breed. They've been on the verge of extinction for years, and any effort to study them was thwarted by the forest.
Ten wolves remained, each starved for blood. It didn't matter whose or what's.
Suddenly, as they slunk in the shadows, the eldest among them snapped his head up.
Zecora hummed to herself as she worked.
All three fillies whirled at the sound of a scream followed by hyena-like laughter.
They must have walked for hours until Apple Bloom saw the glow of a torch through the trees. "There! Ah see it!"
The timberwolves watched from the bushes as the three fillies threw themselves into a furious frenzy after seeing their slain comrade's remains.
Sweetie Belle and Applebloom stayed hidden in a tree trunk until well after Scootaloo's screams had stopped. They came out of their hidey-hole cautiously and crept back to the location they'd left Scootaloo.
Cypress sniffed the air cautiously. "The orange one's scent has vanished. They must have buried her."
Sweetie Belle and Applebloom barely spoke until they reached a particularly dense thicket of briars.
Cypress watched the entrance hungrily. His eagerness as he saw the white one come out without without the yellow one quickly faded under a tide of misgiving as first two, then four, then nine more identical white unicorn fillies exited the cave, then scattered.
Sweetie Belle looked up at the moon. "It hasn't moved..."
A long time later, Sweetie Belle was roughly thrown into a crowd of nine other, identical Sweetie Belles.
The three fillies ceased their arguing when Sweetie Belle's magic began turning black. After a round of heartfelt apologies, they continued on their way.
Ash stood over the helpless foal, grinning and slavering. "There's not much to you...you'll barely be more than a mouthful."
Sweetie Belle shot straight up up in bed with a scream, causing the dozing Rarity to jolt.
END.
