Silence hung over the dark, night-drenched desert. But not for long.
Brkkkk! A mangy paw burst out from the earth, followed by another, and yet another.
Soon, the whole field of dirt was erupting with miniature explosions of soil and sediment. Hundreds of canines emerged from the depths, coughing up dust and shaking the mud off their coats.
In the center of the group was none other than Top Dog, his chain bandolier in disarray. He straightened a pair of cracked purple shades and hissed into the night.
“She wrecked the Big Bitchin' Bitch... tore apart my city... and took my shard!” He kicked a stone across the earth with a grunt. Then, with shaking limbs, the dog howled, “Brothers, burn this image into your mind: a winged pony with a sky blue coat and a fruity mane! For the moment we find her—by all that is unholy—we will strip the meat from her bones and force-feed it to every pony she cares about!” He reeled about, snarling. “Does everyone get that?!”
“Mmmm... meat...”
“Bones...”
“Nnnnngh—Graaaaugh!” Top Dog pulled at his ears and then started walloping random skulls on either side of him. “You idiots! This is about revenge! Retribution for our fallen city!”
“I dunno, boss. I kinda like the city as it is!”
“Yeah!” Another canine panted. “Lots of room to go digging now!”
“Woof!”
“Dig dig dig!”
“Fine...” Top Dog cracked the joints in his neck and went marching icily across the desert. “If my own flesh and blood are too idiotic, then I'll have to find some creatures who can and will help me.” He licked his teeth and smiled into the night. “Sleep well, my little pony. Because as long as I breathe, your days are numbered...”