Fenrir and Twilight quickly exited the Library, leaving Spike in the hooves of his grandmother as they both howled back, receiving replies which spurred them onward.

They eventually reached the edge of town just as the wargs did, many of them looking around excitedly, but Twilight only had eyes for the leader, a warg female the size of Princess Luna who was looking at her and Fenrir with a smile on her face.

“Oh daughter of mine,” said the warg, her glowing purple eyes staring at her with warmth as she lifted up a paw in invitation, Twilight taking it and walking up to hug her as the warg leaned down and nuzzled her. “Long have I missed you, as have the rest of the clan.”

Looking up, the warg saw Fenrir waiting patiently, which caused her to smile as she spoke. “Fenrir please, you need not stand on ceremony, come give your mother a hug.”

Smiling himself, Fenrir moved forward and hugged his mother, all of them sharing in the moment before pulling apart as ponies began approaching, led by Mayor Mare.

“Larentia,” said Mayor as she approached, “good to see you, though I wasn’t expecting you for a few days.”

“We made good time,” said Larentia as she looked at the mare. “Though I want to apologies if we scared any of your citizens, but we felt it best to alert them all to our presence instead of just walking into the town like we owned the place.”

“It’s alright,” said Mayor Mare, “I warned them beforehoof, so I think they were expecting something like this. Now if you will wait a bit, our resident Party Mare is currently setting things up in town scare, and once she is done we can all go there and…”

“Excuse me!”

Turning toward the noise, Mayor Mare saw Sour Apple approaching, her family hanging back with the children kept behind Applejack and a mare Mayor Mare did not recognize.

“Sour Apple, I didn’t realize you were back in town, but what are you…”

“As a concerned land owner here in Ponyville I would like to know why this pack of wargs is being allowed so close to town.”

Sensing the thinly veiled hostility, several of the wargs began to growl, only to whimper as Larentia glared at them. Mayor Mare though responded with a different approach, looking to Twilight and speaking to her. “Princess, do you think you and Larentia could escort everyone to town square, I have to talk this stallion for a moment.”

“Of course Mayor,” said Twilight, “but who is…”

“I’ll explain later,” said Mayor Mare, showing her away and waiting till they were out of earshot before rounding Sour Apple with a glare. “Do you mind telling what the buck you thought you were doing Sour Apple?”

“Please Mayor;” said Sour Apple, “there are children nearby. As for what I was doing, I simply wanted to know why I saw a pack of predator’s so close to our fair town.”

“I invited them here at the request of one of their pack mates, who has taken up residence in Ponyville. As per his request, I have given them permission to take up residence within the Everfree Forest, specifically the White Tale Wood region, so that they could be closer to him.”

“And did you consult with the residents to see if they would be open to predators moving in right next door?”

“I let them know it was happening,” said Mayor Mare, “but as Mayor I am well within my rights to allow new citizens to take up residence within my town.”

“Not if said citizens may pose a threat to the community, in which case, they must be approved by public committee.”

“I don’t see how that is relevant to the wargs.”

“Wargs inherently pose a threat to all non-predatory races, thus a public committee must be gathered to decide whether these wargs can be allowed to settle near Ponyville.”

“Funny,” said Mayor Mare, “because by that logic Griffins are inherently a threat to all non-predatory races, and yet I had to form no such committee to allow Gilda, who is a griffin, to live here with her wife Fluttershy, so your argument is invalid.”

Glaring at her for a moment, Sour Apple sighed. “Very well then, but I will be informing you now as the current owner of Sweet Apple Acers, no warg is allowed to enter my property, and if I find any on my property they will be escorted off by the authorities.”

That got a raised eyebrow from Mayor Mare, “I don’t believe you have that right Sour Apple.”

“I’m afraid he does,” said a voice, causing Mayor Mare to turn away from Sour Apple as applejack and the mystery mare moved up with what Mayor Mare assumed were Sour Apple’s extended family.

“I’m sorry, but who are you?”

“Spring Glade,” said the mare, “Sour Apple’s wife, and his lawyer. But as I was saying, under article 10 of the Property Owners act instituted by Princess Celestia herself, land owners whose land is deemed private property may restrict access to anyone they see fit, and the entirety of Sweet Apple Acres as according to the deed is listed as private property.”

“Well Spring Glade,” said Mayor Mare, “while all of that is true, what I was talking about is the fact that Sour Apple is not the property holder of Sweet Apple Acres, Granny Smith is, therefore only she has the rights to…”

“Granny Smith has left for The Ranch to seek early retirement,” said Spring Glade, interrupting Mayor Mare. “And before you say anything about Sweet Apple Acres not passing on to Sour Apple, Granny Smith signed over the rights to Sweet Apple Acres to her husband Idared Apple when she was thirty years old, and in his will Idared names Sour Apple as the inheritor of Sweet Apple Acres once Granny Smith retired. Therefore as I have stated, Sour Apple has every right to bar the wargs from Sweet Apple Acres.”

Standing in silence for a moment, Mayor Mare turned to Applejack. “Applejack, do you in any way want to challenge this stallion’s claim to Sweet Apple Acres?”

Applejack shook her head, “No mam, he’s my pah, and Sweet Apple Acres is his as much as mine.”

Sighing in defeat, Mayor Mare spoke up once more, “Very well then, if there is nothing else then, I shall inform Larentia so that she can make her clan aware of the situation.”

She then turned and left, Applejack watching her go before looking down as she felt a tugging at her leg, seeing Ambrosia looking up at her with fear in her eyes. “Is the old lady going to make the scary wolves go away?”

“Fraid not their sugar cube, not with what’s happening here soon,” said Applejack, before smiling down at her and speaking. “But don’t you worry none, pah just made sure that none of them can ever come onto the farm, so you’ll be safe there.”

Smiling once more, Ambrosia climbed back onto Applejacks back, allowing the mare to carry her as their father walked up beside them and spoke.

“So what did you mean by what’s happening here soon, you made it sound like there was more than just these wars showing up.”

“Yeah there is more,” said Applejack, “Princess Twilight is marrying the warg that moved here, and apparently their making a big event out of it.”

Sour Apple’s eyes widened in shock, but his wife beat him to the punch in terms of speaking. “An Equestrian Princess, marrying a warg, the mare must be out of her mind.”

“A few days ago ah would have clocked yah good for making a comment like that,” said Applejack with a sigh, “but now that she’s doing this…you think you know a pony.”

“It’s not her fault Applejack,” said Spring Glade as she placed a comforting hoof on her shoulder. “I’ve known her parents for years, and they have raised their children on the lies spat out by the so called Responsible Predator’s Movement, for they have long supported it and Celestia’s views on the subject.”

“Still though,” said Sour Apple, “This news is troubling. Hmm…Applejack, do you still remember those etiquette lessons you learned while staying with your Aunt and Uncle Orange?”

“H…how did you know Ah stayed with Aunt and Uncle Orange?”

That got a smile form the stallion, “Just because I was forced from my home does not mean I did not keep tabs on your lives, but my question does still stand.”

“Ah…I mean, yes, I still remember my lessons, why?”

“Because regretfully I have an event I can’t skip out on, a dinner being hosted by Fancy Pants celebrating the great strides the Responsible Predator’s Movement has made…such a waste. But I am going to be meeting colleges of mine who share our beliefs when it comes to wargs, and I think you should meet them as well.”

Smiling, Applejack nodded her head, “I think I would like that, after all an old friend of mine once said, one can never have too many friends among royalty.”

Author's Note

Bet you all thought Sour Apple was going to be a good influence on Applejack didn't you, bet you all thought he was going to get her to see the error of her thinking in regards to wargs get her to beg forgiveness from Twilight, well you thought wrong.

And yeah, I know this chapter is short, but I wanted the party event where the wargs mingled with ponies to not be tainted by this bonshell...I will instead let it be tainted by Apple Dad confronting Red Apple Horse (Three guesses as to who I'm talking about).

And one last note, I want you all to take note of the fact that Spring Glade used present tense when talking about Granny Smith's husband, not past.

Anyways, next chapter is going to feature the party, as well as the confrontation mentioned above, and if you guys have any questions or comments, feel free to drop them on by, I love hearing from you guys.