Applebloom screamed in terror as the Timberwolf's jaws lashed for her. Just before the ferocious wooden teeth tore through the filly, the creature grabbed the back of her bow with one of his strange hooves and pulled her back. Applebloom's body fell backwards into the creature and sent them both tumbling into the crater.
"Oow! That hurt!" Applebloom rubbed the back of her head while the creature pulled himself up off the ground,
"Sorry but I didn't have enough time to make sure that saving your life was comfortable."
"Wait a second, who and what in the heck are you?" Applebloom's fear of the creature had become a wary curiosity. The creature then looked at her and said, "Do you really think this is the best time to be asking questions? In about thirty seconds that wolf creature is going to realize that those teeth didn't hit target, and he is going to be very angry. Wait. Now that I think about it, what was that creature? You called it a Timberwolf. And what are you? I've never seen a talking pony before, and I have seen a lot of things. You asked for my name which must mean you have one as well. And you wear a bow, which technically is clothes which must mean that you can sew! This is fascinat-"
A loud, menacing roar filled the air, cutting off the creature's rambling. Applebloom looked up in fright, "Ah think you just wasted our thirty seconds of our escape."
"Oh, that's right...Quick follow me!" The creature jumped up and began to push the pony towards the strange blue box.
"What! No! Ah'm not goin' in that weird thing, you just crashed it and look's like it's 'bout to explode!"
"The TARDIS is not going to explode. Look, it's either the TARDIS or the Timberwolf, which do you want?"
Another terrifying growl filled the air. Applebloom's pupils became small in panic, "Weird thing it is, let's go!" She began to dash for the blue box when a shadow loomed over her. Another piercing howl filled her ears as another Timberwolf leaped throught the air and blocked her way to the blue box. The creature cringed,
"That is not good. Come on we can find another way around it-" Another Timberwolf landed behind him, blocking both ways of their escape. Growls filled the air as three more Timberwolves stalked over the crater's top and surrounded both pony and creature.
Applebloom backed herself up against the creature's legs, her breath was quick and panicked, "Oh no. Not now. I can't die, I haven't even got mah Cutie-mark yet! I didn't even get to say goodbye to Applejack, or Big Mac, or Granny Smith. And what are the Crusaders gonna do without me?" Tears began to pour from her eyes as she began to wail, "Ah don't wanna die!"
The creature looked down at the filly pressed against him, "Okay, I have no idea what you're talking about, but you are not gonna die."
Applebloom sniffled, "An' how do you know that?"
"Because I'm here."
"And who are you?"
"I'm the Doctor. And I am not going to allow you or me to die here!" The Doctor reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, strange, metal, machine.
"What's that thing?"
"A Sonic-screwdriver, and according to what I've seen and heard, these Timberwolves are made of wood."
The wolves in question began to creep towards Applebloom and the Doctor. The Doctor bent down and began to grab small clumps of dirt from the ground. He then began to fiddle with his Sonic-screwdriver until a small compartment opened on it's side. He then put the dirt inside of the compartment, "If these creatures are made of wood, then if I use this dirt from your planet's ecosystem I can relate our woody friends' natural origins with this dirt to this planet. And if I tweak my Sonic-screwdriver just so..." He slightly twisted the top of the screwdriver and aimed for the descending Timberwolf in front of him. Pushing a button, it's tip began to glow a light blue. A faint, whistle-like whirring sounded from the screwdriver and the Timberwolf began to shudder. Soon all the wolves began to shake. After the shaking, a low, strangled cough came from each wolf one-by-one as they collapsed.
"What? H-how did you do that?" Applebloom stuttered.
"I already explained it." the Doctor said with sly smile on his face. He knelt down beside one of the piles of wood, logs, and sticks. "Now, let's have a look at you," He pointed his sonic screwdriver at the disassembled Timberwolf. After scanning the creature, he looked at the screwdriver as if examining evidence. "Now that's interesting,"
"What's interesting?"
He looked back at the confused filly, "This Timberwolf seemed to be attacking us because we had trespassed onto it's territory, but if it was angry at us it would have to feel emotion. If it was feeling emotion, how was it already dead? The last time I checked, you can't feel emotions if your dead."
"Wait, you mean that those wolves were dead before they attacked us? But how is that possible? How can they attack us if their d-dead?!"
"If something was controlling them, like they're puppets, being controlled by some sort of string."
Standing up, the Doctor looked at Applebloom, dark look on his face. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a key, "Listen, I need you to take this key and run to my TARDIS. Get inside of it and don't come out until I tell you. There is something dangerous out here, and it's coming after me. I don't want a child involved with all of this."
"Involved in all of what? All I see are a bunch of disassembled Timberwolves."
Suddenly, a dull green glow immersed the Timberwolves'. One-by-one, each wooden piece began to fall back into place until all six Timberwolves were formed into one, massive Timberwolf. The giant monster sounded an earsplitting roar. Applebloom began screaming once again and the Doctor began to back away quickly.
"Quick! Get to the TARDIS!"
Applebloom turned around and ran up the crater, away from the TARDIS.
"No! I said the TARDIS, it's safer inside the TARDIS!"
Applebloom faltered slightly as she ran farther away from the crash site. The large Timberwolf growled and bounded after the filly, passing the Doctor without even acknowledging his presence. It wasn't after the Doctor, it's target was Applebloom.
"Oh no, this isn't good."