Lobo, a grayish white young Earthpony was skipping in the forest, minding his own business, such things as whistling, singing, and just enjoying the cool month of fall. Red, orange, and yellow leaves blowed off the stem of the tree branches and blew away in the wind. It was getting dark but he wanted to stay out a bit longer. He heard Crow's crowing loudly then recently heard a loud blood curling screech that seemed like it came from one of the Crow's. He saw the Crow fall from the sky but didn't see it hit the ground because the trees were in the way. Lobo continued walking and looked around for it. But it was nowhere to be seen. He suddenly stepped on something wet and sticky. He looked down at the ground and saw a medium sized blood puddle right in front of him. He thought that somepony was just out hunting but exadently had hit a Crow. Or there were sick disheartened foals just playing around torturing animals for sport. But, why would they pick it up and run away with it? This started to creep him out a bit. But it was just a Crow....right? Nothing else. Nothing more. Just a stubborn rowdy old Crow. Lobo slowly walked passed the pool of blood and continued on his way through the forest. It was pitch black outside now and Lobo started shaking. He started to run. He recently found a...