Wolfhound: Secret Heroes

I didn’t want to lug the box of cupcakes all around town with me, so I went over to a store and bought a backpack. I used my horn to magic the box into the backpack, strapped it on my back, made sure my wings were still free, and walked off.

I was still next to Sugarcube Corner, so I decided to pay Jackie a visit. I saw her flying around with a rainbow-colored blur. I took off and flew to her.

“Hey Fire!” She yelled from a distance.

I stopped, not wanting to get too close, lest I get rammed by accident.

“What’s up?” I called.

“Just racing circles with this absolute wind spirit! Her name’s Rainbow Dash!”

Jackie and the light-distortion-of-a-pony kept it up for a good half minute longer, then Jackie stopped and the blur solidified into a grinning cyan Pegasus mare with… interestingly colored hair. Then she became a blur again. Only this time, she was flying towards me. I dodged, but there was no need. She put on the brakes early and stopped a couple feet away from where I would’ve been, had I not moved.

She turned to face me, and said, in a voice that could’ve fooled me into thinking she was an unusually high-pitched stallion, “Hi! I’m Rainbow Dash! Fastest flyer in Equestria!”

I chuckled. “Is that why you were racing her, Jackie?”

“More like attempting to, pretty much.”

Dash grinned. “So, what’s up?”

I introduced myself and said that I came to hang out with Jackie. “You wanna come with?”

“Sure!” Then she grinned in that way that makes you just know a joke’s coming. “'Cuz then you can keep admiring how awesome I am!”

I chuckled. “Sure, Rainbow Dash. Sure.” I grinned to show her I meant no offense.

We flew down to a building, which turned out to be the bakery Mrs. Cup Cake and her husband owned, ordered some cupcakes, sat down, and chatted for a while.

Apparently, she hadn’t even heard of the attack two days ago. “What!?!” She exclaimed, upon being told about it. “When I get my hooves on them I’ll-”

Jackie put a hand on Dash’s shoulder, and she stopped talking and looked at her. Jackie spoke up. “They got beaten down. None of them got out of there. There’s no one to get.”

Dash calmed down a little. “Still,” she said, “I’d like to get a chance to beat up whoever ordered it.”

I chuckled. “We’ll brain the leader when we find him, okay?”

Dash chuckled “Yeah, like we’d ever find him around here. If the Royal Guard get him, that’s fine.”

Jackie and I shared an unnoticed look, and by mutual silent agreement we didn’t tell Rainbow Dash about our group.

“Yeah,” I continued the conversation before any pause was noticeable. “I just want the A- er, flank-of-a-pony brought to justice.” I had seen Pumpkin Cake walking by, and hurriedly corrected my language.

Dash smirked, holding in a snicker. Jackie didn’t bother.

We chatted for a bit more, and then I got up and left.

I went home and unpacked a little bit more, and then I went to sleep, as it had gotten dark. The next day me and Jackie went back to Appleloosa and then back to the base, which had basically become our Headquarters.

Walking towards the base after exiting the tunnels, Jackie said “If we’re our own group, we should come up with a name. You got anything?”

I thought about it, but then shrugged. “I got nothing.”

Jackie grinned. “I’m thinking Wolfhound.”