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A large building began to fall, residents screaming for help. A sudden howl drowned them all out.
The sounds of ponies screaming filled the air as Narrowleaf attacked the town square.
"Need... blood..." He mumbled, running off.
"Just... couldn't... resist..." He said, transforming into a timberwolf.
Narrowleaf shrugged as glowing red runes appeared on his coat.
"Let's get to the forest. They won't follow." He replied.
"No. They're after you. Almost every single time."
"And you don't trust me... How many times has an alicorn tried to killed you now?" He mumbled.
"Probably not. I would know if she was." He replied.
"Fine. What do you want to know?" Narrowleaf asked.
"This might sound childish, but I'm not talking to you until you can trust me, Bolt." Narrowleaf said.
"I won't stop. I... I don't know what I'd do without you." He replied.
"Fine... Just be careful." He said, slowly trotting to the oncoming mob.
"No... Just get back to Bolt's castle. I don't want you to get hurt, Brisk." Narrowleaf said, stepping forward. "I'll be fine."
"So ama-" Narrowleaf was stopped by the shouts of the approaching angry mob.
"Poor mare... I can't help but feel sad..." He said. "Oh well..."
(Boltnjnw is too Op, go back to being Bolt.) "I figured that. We should tell Bolt that we transformed last night." He replied.
"Oh. I thought you were a stranger!" He laughed.
"Hi, Brisk." He replied. (G'night, Eluuna.)
"Oh, okay." He said, trying to keep up with her.
