Snow was falling in Ponyville, lightly dusting the ground outside. Scootaloo still rode her scooter despite the bitter cold, preferring the sharp bite of the freezing wind to the near-constant shouting from her parents. Her bottom lip was split today, and her tongue darted over it occasionally.
Dreadwing scratched the top of his head. He had missed watching her yesterday, as he had decided to roam Ponyville instead of watching the orange filly ride around. The one day he hadn't paid any attention to her and she had injured herself. He sighed. The unfortunate creature always seemed to have terrible luck, especially when it came to timing. He'd just have to be more vigilant if he wanted to figure out the mystery of this unique pony.
The sun had gone down by the time Scootaloo called it a night. Normally she was home by sunset, which made Dreadwing even more curious. It was entirely possible that it was just a coincidence, but he wondered if things were getting worse at home. Maybe he'd work up the courage to enter again some day.