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// Prowl 
// Story: In His Image 
// by daOtterGuy 
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“Flash, please. I need to know what happened,” Tailwind begged as she followed after Flash.

He trotted briskly, pushing through the camp as ponies desperately stumbled out of his way, fear clear in their eyes as they took in the changed appearance of their brother-in-arms.

There was a predatory quality to his gait as he moved, a quiet but impactful step that belied the power in his limbs and the danger of his presence. It was what caused the pegasi to quake in place, their instincts warning them that he was not to be trusted.

“I don’t have the time to explain it to you. All you need to know is that I need to heal the afflicted, and then I’ll need to leave,” Flash replied curtly.

“What about the rest of the fleet? Nimbus? Ironhead? Bella? Surely—”

“There is only one other.”

“One?! How can there only be one left?!”