Deep in the Everfree

She raced down to Applebloom and Sweetie Belle. The timberwolf was still headed her way, so she had to act fast. "Applebloom," she cried, "Sweetie Belle!" Fluttershy shook the two fillies. They groaned in pain, which in her case was good. They were still alive. "Oh my goodness, don't you ever scare me like that again!"

Sweetie Belle stood up, and Fluttershy almost gagged. The skin that collided with the rocks has been torn away, as if it were mauled by a bear or something of the sort. Her left half was covered in dark, sticky blood. Her white fur had been turned a shadowy, crimson color. Applebloom was the same.

"Please," Applebloom said, "take us home. I promise Ah'll be good."

"No," Sweetie Belle coughed, "Scootaloo is still out there."

"No way," Applebloom said, "she's gotta be dead."

"Don't say that," Fluttershy squealed, "she's out there still! And last I checked, a big s-scary monster is out to get us! So let's find Scootaloo and get out of here!"

Applebloom followed the two out the small passage. She and Sweetie Belle both had difficulties climbing the slope with the blood-caked bruises enveloping their bodies. She tripped a total of six times just climbing out. The timberwolf was no where in sight, meaning it wasn't after Fluttershy.

"Wait," Sweetie Belle whined, "that thing is after Scootaloo? And she's alone?"

"Oh my," Fluttershy said, "we need to hurry!"

3. Shelter

Scootaloo was bawling as she galloped, her mind cluttered with thoughts which all eventually led to the general topic of death. She knew her friends were dead- she watched them die, of course- but there was no way in Tartarus she was going to suffer the same fate. She had a cutie mark now, and Luna be damned if she didn't make use of it.

She came across a small cave, with two dimly lit torches outside. With no where else to go, she wandered inside. It was dimly lit on the interior as well, and from the looks of things, somepony was living there. Not a good pony, either. The smell of iron instantly raised red flags for Scootaloo. She wasn't sure if it was safe to continue. That being said, a timberwolf was much too big for the entrance of this cave. It was safe from that thing, and come morning, she could simply leave.

Leave the cave.*

Enter the cave.*