The Mane Six and Spike are off on another adventure into the Multiverse, but they're not going at it alone. This time, they'll be accompanied by Spike's girlfriend, Gabby and the bad girl griffon, Gilda. Together, they'll all are transported back to...
Flurries of snow billowed in strong winds, generating almost a blizzard effect. Jon Snow, along with Ghost and the Equestrian trio trekked their way across the snowy valley. They had to keep their heads down to both shield their eyes from the icy winds in their way and follow the footprints before them. Having discovered the Wendigo's footprints earlier that day, the group followed the tracks in hopes of finding the very monster they had come all this way to find. However, the prints were growing harder to track with this blizzard blowing the prints away.
"We can't keep this up much longer," Quill spoke loudly, piercing through the raging blizzard. "If we don't find it soon, we'll need to set up camp for the night and try again tomorrow!"
"We can't stop now!" Curtain yelled back. "We lose these tracks now, who knows how long it'll take to track it again?!"
"Not to mention we're in the middle of nowhere!" Atalanta spoke up. "We have no idea where to go next!"
Suddenly, Ghost stopped dead in his tracks. The direwolf immediately ducked his nose to the ground and began to sniff. Everyone else stopped in place, staring toward the large direwolf in confusion. Ghost soon snapped his head up and looked straight ahead, generating a low growl. Though the blizzard made it impossible to see what was ahead, Jon knew something was alerting his companion.
"It's close," Jon spoke quietly.
Slowly, the man unsheathed Long Claw and held it out as he slowly crept forward. The remainder of the group eyed nervously, but they followed the man, nonetheless. They crept alongside Jon, keeping their eyes peering in every direction. As they drew nearer, they were suddenly overwhelmed by a horrible stench.
"Sweet Celestia!" Atalanta groaned, with a hoof over her nose. "What is that smell?!"
"The stench of death!" Quill replied. "It must be close."
"Well, if the smell wasn't indication enough... this sure is!" Curtain stated, looking down.
The group looked toward the ground, noting a line of blood leading deep into the blizzard. They crept closer until they stumbled upon something hunched over in a crouched position. The Wendigo was nearly folded in half in its position, ravenously eating something within its grasp. The group tried to be as sneaky as possible, quietly creeping towards it. However, the creature's enhanced hearing caused it to rapidly snap its head toward the group's direction and unleashed an ear-piercing shriek.
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Jon raced toward the monster; his sword raised at the ready. But the beast swung one claw and sent Jon flying back at least twenty feet and he crashed toward the ground. Seeing his master manhandled, Ghost snarled at the Wendigo and sprinted towards the monster. The two engaged in a mad scuffle, while the trio ran over to check on Jon. Upon inspection, it was easy to determine the huge claw marks across the fallen warrior's chest.
They had little time, however, as Ghost too was thrown off to the side by the monster. The direwolf whimpered in pain from the damage inflicted upon him, as the Wendigo loomed over.
