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Four days, four days since he had stumbled from the everfree forest. He had since returned to the forest and further. He had borrowed a couple of packs and taken some food from the filly's home. With her mother's permission, though not quite so directly. He had made it back to his home, his garden. One of darkness and sadness. How he had fallen into this place he didn't know, nor remembered.

"Home." was all he uttered as he moved through the thorns. "Doesn't look like anyone has found the place. That is good."

Weaving himself deeper through the thorns and thickets, a small shabby house came into sight. There wasn't much to it, three walls and a roof. The floor was just dirt, but there were some sheltered spots against the wind and rain. The heavy tree cover near the wall-less side made up for the lack of a wall.

But it was nice to be home, away from everyone else and making sure no one else stumbled upon the garden. It was his sanctuary and he was in charge of guarding it, protecting others from the corruption that slowly spread up his legs.

Darkness descended on the garden as Dark Raven roamed the barely cut paths through the brambles. His wings held high over his back to keep the feathers from getting caught. His ears flicked as the howls of the Timber wolves echoed through the distant trees. One was soon followed by another, seems that the pack was hunting. Some poor pony or other creature had stumbled into the forest after the sun set. Reaching an opening in his roam, Dark Raven flexed his wings and took to the air.

"What are you hunting?" He mused taking wing over the gnarled tree tops, dark eyes peering down through the gaps.

At first her hadn't seen anything before a small black shape leaped from across a gap. Pausing to hover in the air, he looked in the direction whatever it was, was heading. Looking again the forms of timber wolves streaked across the patch of light. Crap! Taking a dive through the branches to breeze up past the wolves. One snapping at him as he drew too close. Dark Raven used the wolve's wooden head to launch himself further a head.

Shooting forward and leaving the pack behind, he caught up with the prey they were chasing. It was her, the filly from days ago. Her small wings held close to her sides as she ran, a pair of saddle bags on her back. Looking forward the trees here grew thicker, on the other side was a place no pony should set hoof.

"Turn back!" He shouted pulling around and dropping before the filly forcing her to stop. "Go back, this place is not safe. For you."

Taking up a defensive stance, he knew the wolves would catch up with them soon, he had to get them all away from this part of the forest. For her sake and for his own.