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// Chapter 2: When in a tree with a zebra... 
// Story: When a winter wolf howls 
// by Braveheart the shewolf27 
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*Flurry's POV*

I was conscious, that was about all I knew. I was no longer in the forest, for I did not hear the sounds of life, and I could not see. I was on something soft, like foam, and the air smelled of herbs. I opened my eyes, but everything was fuzzy. I heard steps on hard ground, so I sat up quickly, which was a mistake. My head throbbed as I laid back down.

"Do not worry, little one, that tree you took was not much fun." Said a voice.

As I looked up as my vision cleared, and I saw a pony, or a zebra for that matter. She was spooning a strange liquid into a bowl and set it in front of me. It smelled of rosemary, basil, and mustard.

"Please miss, drink this, it will lessen the pain that you did gain." She said.

I drank the brown liquid.It did not taste bad, it tasted like various spices and herbs, and something like pepper,spicy.

"Now, what is your name, and what is your aim in this land?" She asked.

"My name is...Flurry, and I aim to get some food in me." I frowned.

"I will help you with that goal, only when you finish what's in your bowl." The Zebra said.

"Okay then miss..."

"Zacora." The zebra smiled.

"It is a pleasure to meet you miss Zacora. Thanks for your hospitality." I said with a smile.

It was a day or two until I left the tree. Zacora asked if I could help get some food and bring it back to her home before I left. I agreed, it was the lest I could do for her,since she took care of my wounds.

"While we walked Zacora made talked adout her travels, and the things she has seen.

"You know that you did heal incredibly fast, much better than any pony I have seen in the past." She said to me.

"Hu,that's good." Is all I said. I had no clue how to respond to that, but I took it as a compliment.

We continued to walk in silence. As we exited the forest, there was a path that lead up a hill. I feared that we might run into other ponies. I don't get along with many other ponies, they look at me funny, just because I am a wolf. I never hurt any pony, I have the same diet, act the same way, and speak the same language, but I do understand other dogs or wolves. I usually get in trouble when I try to help, or when ponies just see me walk by. I eventually get run out of town with a few cuts or bruises on me. I hate it. It is even worse on a full moon of the day before, like today. I get more aggressive on those days.

As we stepped on the crest of the hill, I looked down to see the cutest little town in Equestria. That was my first thought, my second thought was to flee. The only thing that stopped me was cause I told Zecora that I would help her bring her groceries back. I must honor my word, so I am going to stick it out and be a good guest, though, logic was screaming to get out of here ASAP.