Deep in the Everfree

Scootaloo decided it wasn't the best place to take refuge in. After all, whatever monstrous pony lived in there probably wasn't going to give her the warmest greeting, unless the warmth came from the splattering of her own blood. Outside, all was silent. She had only the ambiance of the forest to judge her situation on. The timberwolf must have seen her go this way. The things had eyes sharper than knives, and noses more sensitive than an orphan's emotions.

She looked around. "I can't see a damn thing," she muttered, her eyes straining to see through the heavy black fog. "What the hell is going on here, anyway?"

A loud, ferocious roar pushed through her ears. The beast was close, very close, and she had no where to go. Scootaloo took cover behind a nearby rock, pulled some leaves over herself, and sobbed. Footsteps shook the ground, twigs cracked with every step the beast took. The timberwolf lowered its head over Scootaloo, roared, and huffed out air. Scootaloo took a deep breath, and remained as still as possible. The timberwolf sniffed at her. She knew it sensed her blood. It roared once more. The creature raised a claw in the air, preparing the strike that would surely demolish her. Scootaloo shut her eyes tight and braced herself.

"Hey! That's no way to treat a guest!"

The timberwolf lowered its claw and turned away. It whimpered before running off. Scootaloo opened her eyes. She peered over the rock and saw a dark, hooded figure. It was clearly a mare, judging by the voice. It seemed awfully familiar, too. The figure turned to face her.

"Hey, what are you doing in this forest all alone?"

"I..."

"Nevermind. Come on inside. It's safer."

"I really should get home."

The hooded figure levitated a knife in front of her. "I wasn't really asking you."

Panicking, Scootaloo...*

Followed the mare.*

Ran.*