Flitter flew next to Bolt, eyes wide. Her horn glowed, and she changed into a timberwolf, made of a dark, dark wood. She growled at the wolves.
Flitter barked at the wolves. The alpha growled, and lunged. She nodded in agreement. "I'd hate to be royal."
Bolt tackled the alpha. It was a terrible idea, but he had to protect Flitter. He shot a stream of fire straight into the alpha's eyes. It fled into the forest, and the rest followed. "Flitter, you okay?" Bolt said, helping her off the ground
Bolt had a huge gash on his side, and upon noticing it, he collapsed under his own weight. "I seriously can't handle a little scratch? Lame...I'll just wait for somepony to come help me then..." Bolt said, frowning.
(Sorry, was distracted by MC.) Flitter nodded, and winced. She turned, and looked at her side. A bleeding bite was there. Brisk shuddered. "Something's wrong." she told Narrow.
"Flitter. I can cast a healing spell. H-here." Bolt said weakly, a beam of white light shooting from his horn onto Flitter's wound.
"No, darling. It's a bite. I've been.. timberwolfified." she said, laughing slightly. She put her horn to his wound, slowly stitching his wound. "Something's wrong." she said, urgently.
