It was another day, and he was on the hunt. For you see, he was a wolf. And because of the fact he was hunting, he was going to kill. For a pony, this was extreme. For a pony it was unjust for this to happen. Yet the rules were different for a wolf. These rules were all for killing, simply because of their hereditary and evolutionary traits. They were born and raised, as killers and carnivores.
But this wolf wasn't focused on such things, for he was tracking a deer, that he was certain was weak. He went onwards, sniffing and looking at the prints left in the late winter snow. As he reached the end of the trail, he realised that he was at a cottage. Why ponies would live in such trivial places, he couldn't understand. He glanced over at the bridge connecting it.
He sniffed around, until he picked it up. He had detected the scent of blood, and he wanted it badly. But the opening of a door badly startled him. It was a yellow pony, with a pink mane, and she was leaving her abode. This was his chance, he could finally attack the deer. She waved goodbye to her animals and set off, allowing the wolf to cross the, literal, final bridge.
As he approached, he noticed sniffling, and more scents then usual. He could see, that the deer was with her family, which was actually just her children. She had gone out to get food for them, and was attacked by the wolf. He was flabbergasted, at what he was about to do. Despite their demeanor, wolves cared very much for their young. Small pups...
Whilst he wasn't the father of any children, he could still understand the need for a parent to protect the young, rather than themselves. But here he was, with two choices. Firstly, he could put everything he was taught to the side. The other, was to slaughter them. And yet, his own morals were interfering. He couldn't decide something right now, he chose something else.
With a menacing growl, he spoke.
"If i see you in my territory again, there won't be as much mercy,"
"..."
With that, he stalked off, to look for a different meal, that wouldn't put his mind in jeopardy. The day after the previous incident, he was out and hunting again. He couldn't focus with deer on the mind, so he decided that maybe a fox would do. This time, he encountered another deer, but this one didn't seem so innocent. It was time, he ran at the deer, and as he leaped at it, he saw crying eyes.