Spiri (short, stout, small green dragon-like creature with a turtle shell and beautiful, gleaming copper helmet) looked around, a little sad to leave the cool, damp forest. But he followed anyway, and 'Kiwi' looked around the beautiful glen, eyes shining softly in the now fading sunlight. Suddenly, he noticed the paw prints covering the little mud patches from the recent storm. "Umm...Bowie?" Spiri stuttered, glancing back and forth slowly. Then, the howls began. --- Flame 'Wild Hooves' Heart, the small, gray, pony with scraggly fur, a wolf-like muzzle, and cloud white mane, with a flaming sun orb as her mark, heard the howls and instinct caught her as she howled the notes back that resounded across the fields, a neighish hint to her voice. The wolf pegasus sped through the tree with inpony agility, racing towards the glen, ready for the hunt ahead. But Flame slowed as she smelled the normal pony and dragon, strangely the smell of turtle reaching her nose.