Dusty pointed out toward the 3 puffs of smoke coming from different camps. "Ah figure they may be there. Ms. Faux.......there pochers......we have to hurry." Dusty sounded scared, angry and sad at the same time.
Calla growled, her pack could be in trouble and Dusty kept her from knowing where they were. "I need to know now!" She snarled angrily and took off toward the camp
"We have to move now!" Dusty yelled. He leaped off the ledge and landed hard rolling as his knees buckled. Dusty refused to let them get away. "Come on all! We have to hurry asap!" Dusty was already running toward the closest smoke cloud.
"Your kidding?!" anger took over and adrenaline increased. Faux kicked into the air and searched for the camp and Calla then took off with rage powering her wings
Calla was at full speed but she forced herself to go faster and faster, her legs beginning to ache. She had reached the camp before the others and she could easily see her pack in individual metal cages. She broke through the trees in anger landing on top of a poacher catching him off guard. She snarled and bite down and hard causing him to curse in pain. A gun shot rang out, the bullet just close to Calla's neck. She snarled and attacked the holder of the gun knocking it loose.
It was to late for that, by time Faux arrived 2 other ponies were attacking Calla who flicked them way to easily. "Ill get the cages" she yelled. Faux skidded to the cages and bucked each lock apart letting the pack loose.
Get out of here! ​She ordered her pack, Calla snarled and bit down again on the gun holder. He bucked her off and luckily Calla landed on her paws allowing her a quick rebound.
Calla had taken out 2 of 4 poachers already and she was about to attack the 3rd when a sudden yelp caught her attention. A poacher had Luck captured and in a net, she had stayed back to help Calla but obviously it was opposite. Calla bolted towards them and rammed the pony off his feet, Calla stood protectively over Luck snarling and threatening and teasing for the poacher to attack again.
Faux pulled the unconscious poachers together and tied them up tight. She kept mumbling very rude things to herself as she did, cursing the enemies left and right. She tied the last knot and stepped back to admire her knot work.
Dark goes up to the pony he shot in the hoof, says,"I'm gonna need this back", & pulls out the bolt, then knocks the pony out.
Calla yanked the net off of Luck and shook her tail happy to see her ok. The rest of the pack snuck out from the bushes and they all enjoyed a hearty reunion.
Faux noticed a poacher regaining conscious and Faux took the chance and bucked him back out again. She flew over by Dark and stood and watched at Calla united and made a few notes as well
Dark went over to a pony, and pulled a bolt out of their side, then flew back to faux, & announces, his eye a very dark red,"well, our work here is done."
