Heavy panting, paws pounding on the dirt road, a hunt takes place deep in the Everfree forest.
A large shadow is being pushed against a cliff side as three glowing light blue eyes draw closer. That shadow comes into a clear view, its a Manticore, and is being cornered. Wind blows his thick tangled mane around wildly as low growls start up. The Manticore gets ready for what will be his final battle! The three sets of eyes draw closer until they take shape, three brown wolves with similar wild style red tribal marks on their lush fur. They stand at half of the Manticore's hight, but that has not stopped them from cornering the beast! The two wolves on the side lunge at the Manticore's from paws while the middles one holds down its tail.
"It's your kill, what are you waiting for?" One of them says.
A pair of deep green eyes emerges from the shadows. As he comes into view the Manticore sees this one has a pure black coat with completely different marks then the brown wolves. His was white and more tamed as well as narrow. He stood about an inch higher then the other three wolves, as well as have ear piercings.
"Do not think to question when I make my kill, cub!" The black wolf speaks up.
"Whatever! Just take your kill so we can feed the others!" The wolf holding the tail orders.
With that the brown wolf leaps off the ground and towards the Manticores neck.
A thick crimson river runs down both the Manticore's body, as well as the black wolf's.
"Not bad for our first manticore! Only one pack member lost." One of the brown wolves chuckles.
"Oh wait, this isn't your first, is it Denza?" Another brown wolf asks him.
Denza releases his grip on the Manticore after making sure it was dead. "No, it isn't." Denza then wipes the blood off his snout with his front paws. "Seventh one! But they've never been this easy before. I don't like that!"
"Whatever! Lets head back to the village and rejoin the rest of the pack." A brown wolf says.
Two of the brown wolves are dragging the Manticore while Denza and the last brown wolf escort them. The wind howls and whistles as they make their way through the dense, dark, forest. Basking in there victory, they're all moving as though they can take on anything!
"Heh, think he can handle a Hydra? I heard they're pushovers!" The brown wolf next to Denza jokes.
"Let us just get to the village, alive!" Denza states.
Still dragging the Manticore with them all four hear a loud stomp, then stop. The two dragging their meal let go of it.
"What was that?" A wolf asks.
"It came from where the village is!" Another responded.
"Forget the meal, to the village, hurry!" Denza orders.
All four of them rush to where the village was currently set up. As they ran they began to hear a roar and hear screams.
"This is not good Denza, the village is being-" a word starts up.
"Attacked, yes, I know this!" Denza cuts the wolf off.
They round the corner to see Griffins killing their brethren. Dead wolf bodies in large crimson puddles littered the area. The village reeked of death. All four wolves rushed to where the griffins are, joining the other warriors struggling to protect their territory. Denza rushes to a Griffin whose about to kill a mother and her pup. Before the Griffin can blink, she's on the ground struggling to keep Denza off, but to no avail, the mother she was about to kill jumps in to aid Denza!
Once the Griffin stopped moving and the mother and pup gone, Denza turns around to take more Griffins down, only to see that he is the only warrior left.
"Just surrender, and we wont kill you." A Griffin says calmly.
After realising he cannot win, Denza lowers his stance, and head, in defeat. Once the Griffin raid leader got close enough, he lunged at his neck and caught him by surprise. After biting his neck, Denza launched off from it and bolted away from the village. After a few minutes of running, Denza stopped to catch his breath. He listens to know if they were following him. They were not.
After Denza could collect his thoughts he wondered where'd he go. Wolves where the most feared of the three races. Denza lowered his head, the pack destroyed, Pride Land lost, he had no where to go and no one to turn to. With that in mind, his thoughts fell upon the equines, the ponies!