Fenrir

“Twilight, letter!”

“Is it from Princess Celestia?”

“No, it came with the normal mail, but it has a name on it that I don't recognize, somepony named Fenrir....”

Twilight appeared beside him in an instant, ripping the letter out of his claws and opening it, beginning to read as Spike tried to get a look.

To My Beloved Twilight.

I know it's been a long time since we last saw each other, so I thought I would come and visit...well that's not really true, so I'll just come out and say it.

I'm done adventuring Twilight, I have seen all I want to see, and nothing I have seen compares to you. I think of you every time I gaze up at the nighttime sky, I long for your warmth during the long winter months, and I miss the conversations we used to share about magic.

I...I want to settle down, with you, and I heard recently that you moved to a nice...quiet town, so I am coming to...hopefully spend the rest of my life with you, if you will have me. Anyways, I will be arriving some time soon by train, most likely the fifth, though hopefully this letter reaches you before then. See you soon.

With Love

Fenrir Beowolf

Twilight stared at the letter for a long moment, then she turned to Spike and spoke. “Spike, get the house ready, we've got company coming.”

*

In a train car heading for Ponyville, a large black warg was bobbing his head to music he was listening to on a pair of earbuds, his eyes closed so as not to notice the frightened stares which were being shot his way. If he could see however, he wouldn't really blame them, after all warg's tended to stay far away from pony society, mostly due to most of the warg tribes living by the old ways not wanting to incur Celestia's wrath.

However, he was different, for Fenrir came from a tribe who was part of the Responsible Predators Movement, a movement which encouraged predator species to only hunt non sentient animals. The movement had originally been pioneered by the griffons, but it was slowly being introduced to the other predatory races which lived all across the world, though some were less willing to join then others.

He felt a small hoof tap one of his paws, looking down to see a little filly looking at him, quickly removing his earbuds so he could hear. “What is it little one?”

“Why are you on the train?” asked the gray filly, her yellow eyes looking up at him expectantly as she waited for him to answer.

“Well little one, I am on my way to...”

“Hey! Get away from that mongrel you hear!”

The little filly jumped, but before either she or Fenrir could react, another voice sounded from a few seats over. “I would appreciate it if you didn't tell my daughter what to do, for if I had a problem with who she was talking to I would have said something.”

“Well if you were a good mother you would have told her not to go talk to that thing in the first place, beasts like that are dangerous.”

“Well he obviously isn't, otherwise he would be tearing up this entire train car right now wouldn't he?”

“Maybe he's just waiting till we let our guard down?”

There was a snort from the seat beside Fenrir, “And maybe you should shut your mouth dude, not everypony is as prejudice as you.”

There was spluttering from the offending stallion, but he did indeed shut his mouth, allowing Fenrir to look back down at the little filly and continue speaking. “As I was saying little one, I am on my way to Ponyville to see my marefriend, who happens to live in Ponyville.”

“Well this conversation I just have to cut in on,” said the mare next to him, Fenrir looking up to see a white coated pony with an electric blue mane smiling at him. “So, who is this lucky mare who you are going to see?”

“You may have heard of her, for my marefriend is Twilight Sparkle.”

“You're special somepony is Princess Twilight!” yelled the little filly.

Fenrir nodded, “Indeed she is, why, do you know her?”

The little filly nodded, “She's my magic tutor!”

There was a chuckle behind her, and Fenrir looked up to see a gray pegasus with mismatched yellow eyes smiling at him as she spoke. “Do you mind if we sit with you, I have never seen my little Dinky this interested in anyone before, and I do have to admit I am a bit curious about you as well.”

He nodded, gesturing to the seat in front of him.

The mare sat down, helping her filly into the next seat before looking up and Fenrir and speaking. “Well, my name is Derpy, and while this may be rude, I do have to ask, are you part of the Responsible Predator's Movement.”

Fenrir smiled at that, then nodded, “Yes, yes I am, kinda have to be if you want to move about Equestria as a warg.”

“Ok I'm confused,” said the mare beside him, “what's the Responsible Predator's Movement?”

“Vinyl,” said Derpy, “didn't you ever pay attention in school, it's something eveypony knows about.”

“Well gee Derpy, I must have missed that part of class, mind giving me a refresher?”

Derpy gave an exasperated sigh, then relented and began explaining to the mare as Fenrir watched in amusement. “The Responsible Predator's Movement is a movement that was started way back by the griffon Gilda Long Claw, who had been raised by ponies and was a close personal friend of Princess Celestia during those times. It taught predators to only hunt after animals that held no true form of intelligence or sentience, and to treat those that did as equals, even friends.”

“That must of gone over well,” said Vinyl with a smirk.

“It was the spark of the great griffon civil war,” said Derpy flatly.

“Oh....wow that's...yikes that's grim.”

Derpy nodded, then jumped as Fenrir continued for her. “Luckily Gilda and her forces were the victors, and they began spreading the movement amongst the other predatory races, though mine is still having trouble adapting to it.”

“And why is that?” asked Vinyl.

“Because my race spent thousands of generations ritualizing the hunting of ponies, making it into a right of passage that many of the warg tribes refuse to give up. I was lucky enough to grow up in a tribe that was willing to change, and it is also thanks to that that I met Twilight Sparkle.”

“Oh really,” said Vinyl with a smile, “care explaining?”

He nodded again, but before he could they felt the train stop, Fenrir looking to see they had arrived at their destination and smiling at his guests in apology. “Looks like we'll have to save this discussion for another day, though hopefully it will be soon.”

They all nodded at that, then left the train, Fenrir taking a few moments to sniff the air before beginning to make his way toward the large tree near the center of town, his nose telling him that his beloved lay somewhere in that direction.

*

Twilight's ear twitched as she heard the sound of something scratching at her door, the mare quickly moving over to it and opening it up, and then gasping when she saw Fenrir standing their with his paw raised.

“Beloved,” he said, the warg placing his paw down and moving close to her, but stopping just short of their bodies touching.

“Beloved,” she returned, moving the rest of the way and allowing their necks to embrace, the two taking their time to sniff each other and let their scents once again mingle.

When they had spent long enough rubbing themselves against each other, Twilight pulled back and allowed him to enter her home, before quickly correcting herself in her head, after all, soon it would be their home. She then watched as he sighed in relief, the big guy shrugging off his saddle bags before settling down on the carpet by the fire, before turning toward her and becoming with a paw.

She quickly sauntered her way over, using her magic to close the door as she settled down beside her mate and leaned against him, breathing in a contented sigh as he draped his tale over her.

“It is good to be in your presence once more beloved,” said Fenrir, the warg nuzzling deep into her neck as she cooed due to the wonderful sensation it sent throughout her body.

“I feel the same way,” said Twilight sweetly, nuzzling back as she spoke to her most treasured of companions. “I was so shocked when I received your letter, for I had honestly thought the hunt for treasures would never grow old for you.”

“There was a time when I thought the same as you,” said Fenrir, before his face fell as he lay his head upon her back and sighed. “But their comes a time in every adventurer's life where the gems no longer sparkle, the gold loses its luster, and the solitude of the open road becomes suffocating and unfamiliar to the heart. So came to me the bitter bite that told me that the life I was currently leading would no longer satisfy the wants of my heart, and when I thought of what could fill the growing void, my heart turned back to you, the one who held claim over it since before I took my walk into the wilds.”

Twilight smiled at that, giving him a nuzzle and taking a whiff of his scent before speaking. “I am glad, for I have missed your presence beside mine, and even the books telling of your adventures were losing their ability to ease my aching heart.”

As they sat basking in each others presence, they failed to hear the door opening, but Fenrir did hear the sound of a pony shouting, turning just in time to receive two orange hooves to the face, and the last thing he heard as he blacked out was the sound of shouting filling the room.