Chapter 3: The Wolves All Howl
Sweetie Belle was frozen in place. She knew exactly what those howls had been coming from.
Timberwolves
A single word, and also one of the most fearsome creatures in the Everfree Forest. They had teeth like knives and were faster than ponies. Luckily they rarely came out of the Everfree Forest or else many ponies would have lost there lives. At that moment Sweeties worst fears had been realized. A large brown Timberwolve walked into her view.
Oh Celestia this can't be happening. I should have been at Raritys eating pancakes right now.
The Timberwolve seemed to stare her down, almost like it was glaring at her. Then it let out one ferocious howl and headed at Sweetie Belle. Full speed.
Sweetie let out a squeak and started to gallop in the opposite direction of the wolf as fast as her tiny little legs could carry her. Lucky for her she had about one hundred yards between her and the Timberwolve but that gap was closing, fast. Sweetie glanced back for a second to see how much the wolf had gained on her. She was met with an even worse image. There were more. At least 5 or 6 were then chasing her through the forest and were gaining fast. Sweetie tried to lose them in any way possible. She threw things with her magic at the wolves like mushrooms and even some small shrubs. All the while the gap had been closing, the wolves were then only twenty five yards away and they were still gaining. Sweetie had to do something. She knew she had to or she was dead and if she was dead Rarity would go to pony jail.
I have to survive. For Rarity. I can't let her go to jail for my actions.
So Sweetie Belle stopped galloping and focused her magic on the tree in front of her.
If I can knock over this tree I could trap some of the Timberwolves under it. Give me a fighting chance.
At this point the gap between Sweetie and the wolves was closing rapidly. From twenty five yards to twenty, ten, five.
At this point the tree was falling over and the first Timberwolve leaped for her. Sweetie closed her eyes expecting the worst. She heard a large crash and some howls. She opened her eyes and four Timberwolves were stuck under a fallen tree. That left one and that one was standing right behind her.
Sweetie turned around very very slowly. When she turned around all the way she found a pair of bright green eyes staring back at her.