One Hundred Ponies of Tambelon

by Tartarusbound

Chapter 77

Flying Retreat was starting to get on Canary’s nerves.

Rolling her eyes, Canary pointed a hoof at a baby rabbit, a tiny little thing that nopony could possibly miss. Seriously, it was like… a bite… maybe two.

Yet again, Flying Retreat shook her head and exchanged a worried look with Scarcity. In turn, Scarcity began babbling in their language faster than Canary could follow.

“I just wanted a snack…” Canary lamented, hanging her head in disappointment as the ground shook and Scarcity continued…

…wait… why was the ground shaking?

Canary looked up just in time to see the stingtails coming.