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// Dog. 
// Story: Let them rest. 
// by Slip 
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	The wolf had lived another day, other animals, not so much. And today he had his sights set, on a dog. It was hanging around a farm, though it's ownership a mystery. It was brown, and white, a simple mix, but the meat was a rarity. So it was good to know that his meal, however small, would be delicious. But there was something he hadn't accounted for, the owner.
An orange farm pony wandered over to the fence, and called for the dog. The dog followed her, for she was the master.
It was actually somewhat surprising to see them though. They looked pretty happy together. Something a wolf like him was unable to say. He never much considered having a mate, considering he was an omega. Well, he was but now he was alone. No one to care for, but at least he didn't have to bear the brunt of the pack. Maybe someday he'll join a different pack.
The next day, he returned to the farm. And once again he found the dog sitting there. He silently came up behind him, and he was about to sink his teeth in...but something stopped him. It was the shouting and running of a certain orange master.
He barked madly, he was hungry! Nothing was supposed to stop an angry wolf, but something did. Whatever the reason, he retreated back into the woods. There was nothing for him here, so he left, but he would be back, loose ends and those things.
This time, he was going to finish what he had started, he was going to kill that dog for it's meat, a delicacy to his people. He was going to do it, strike it down in the middle of the night, for the purpose of life. After all, sometimes one life must end for the purpose of another. He suspected after these first two encounters, the dog would be somewhere by the house.
But as he was investigating, he heard ponies, and he heard them talking. What were they talking about? Surely nothing important.

"There's a wolf out in them woods," one voice stated, one known as the master pony.

"That sounds terrible Applejack," a weak voice stated.

Were they talking about him? Most likely, seeing as he was constantly stalking animals, that happened to be near pony homes. But it was their fault, for they built houses near the woods, and anyone would tell you how dangerous it was.
The wolf stalked off, no meat today.