Narrowleaf clearly hit himself in the head with something. "Fine. See you... or Flitter... in the morning."
There came no response. Brisk was already asleep. Later around midnight, a crash sounded from her room, then running hoofsteps.
Flitter turned, and her horn glowed. A light came, and her face was surprising. She was crying. "I can't let Brisk do this. It will ruin both of our lives. I'm sorry. Good bye." She ran down the steps, and as she ran, two shadowy shapes appeared by her side. Wings sprang out, and she sprinted outside.
"Flitter! W-wait... I..." Narrowleaf began to chase her, laughing. "Brisk, my friends, and I have a different answer!" He whistled the same call as before, summoning ravens to stop Flitter.
She turned, and there was fire in her eyes. "You're evil. You're selfish. You'll kill Brisk. Think about that." she spat, and flapped her wings.
"I'm not afraid of you!! I've been through worse! Now stop before things get... interesting." He responded.
"There is no way I'll let you kill my sister." she said, laughing. "I'm not trying to scare you. I'm trying to let you see reason." she replied, horn glowing.
"We all want you to stay. Now..." He grabbed a odd book, turned to a page, then began to chant in a strange tougne. As he chanted, the book turned to ash, he turned pale, and the moon changed to a full one. "Get... back... over here... NOW!!!" He transformed into a timberwerewolf.
When Narrowleaf awoke, he was lying next to a bloodied stallion corpse. "N-no... Either I killed her... or she got away..." He looked at his bloodied hooves. "Gross." He sniffed the air. "I can smell Flitter. I should be able to track her..." Narrowleaf dashed off, following her scent.
"I should of asked Brisk on the spot... Or told Flitter." He smelled the air once more. "Getting close. Hope I'm not too late."
