Translated from the brainwaves of Terror.
I silently follow the quadraped as it walks along in the forest, collecting various plants with its teeth and placing them in its carrying device.
I have deduced that this creature is familiar with the forest, as it picks certain plants and avoids others. One of the plants it detours around has blue petals and an unusual smell that irritates my nostrils. I cannot tell what precisely is dangerous about this plant, though I suspect that it produces some sort of toxin, similar to a plant with shiny leaves grouped in threes that I saw one of my handlers accidentally touch. It had a nasty red-pink rash on its hand for the next few days.
I am beginning to grow bored when the quadraped lifts its head and begins to trot away at a brisk gait. I stop and sniff the air, and discover a new scent that I am puzzled by.
It smells like trees, yet it contains scents that normally only come from moving creatures. I turn my head, attempting to pinpoint where the scent is coming from, and at that moment, new creatures emerge from the trees.
They look like random assortments of parts of trees, and their breath reeks of decaying flesh. There are three of them, and from their current behavior I deduce that these are pack hunters, currently tracking a meal.
I am downwind of these creatures, which hides my scent from them. I decide to engage, having not had a good kill since before I arrived here. I suddenly burst out of the trees, my jaws extended, and sweep up the one closest to me into my mouth.
The creature shatters easily, but I immediately spew out the remains, disgusted with the taste, which is nothing like meat at all. The other two turn in surprise, seeing their comrade's remnants littering the ground.
I lunge, taking another in my claws and stepping on top of the third one. I use my forelimbs to shred the one that I hold into pieces, and the weight that I place on my right foot crushes the last one.
Having successfully killed my targets, I roar in triumph. My proclamation of victory echos through the forest, and I hear a challenge in response. I do not recognize the creature that produces it, so I walk towards the sound, eager for a new challenge.
Agent 312, codenamed "Sweetie Drops", was heading through the forest, looking for signs of whatever had come through the first portal to be opened into Equestria, when she heard an earth-shattering roar that she had never before heard.
She instinctively ducked behind a tree, and she heard another roar in reply, one that she did recognize: the roar of an Ursa Minor.
"Well, this just went to Tartarus in a handbasket", the mare commonly known as Bon Bon grumbled, and she grabbed the radio off of her saddlebags.
In the forest clearing, pieces of wood stirred, joining together once more. A large set of eyes opened, and the newly-formed giant timberwolf sent out a long, wolfish cry. The bushes rustled, and more timberwolves emerged. They congregated together, and the pack set off, intent on taking down the interloper that had invaded their range.