book awakes from his slumbers to the loud roars of a timber wolf but the roar was not toward him but towards a young filly and a colt about books age. he would run towards the sound and clime a tree to see what was going on he saw the filly and colt backed into a corner with three timber wolfs closing in on them the young filly looked scared and this angered book he didn't like bully's so he tried to remember what his dad tried to teach him about combating timber wolfs he would look around and see a branch right above them book took a leap of faith and didn't get to the branch instead he landed on the biggest timber wolf smashing threw it as timber wolfs are made of sticks the other wolfs looked at the little colt. book gulped and started to run the timbers right behind him. the filly and colt ran home to safety book, alone being chased, bucked a rock at one of the wolfs, missing it completely. he sighed still trying to out run the timber wolfs. he runs up a tree and the timbers start howling at him from under his hooves but by sheer dumb luck the branch he was on was to weak to hold his wait, him and the branch fell smashing the two below him. book now in a pile of timber wolf branches ran away but smiling for he had kept somepony safe. he ran back to the cave not to sleep but to think and talk to himself. "OK i need tools maybe that filly and colt would know where i could get some" he would think "i don't have the slightest idea where they went oh well guess i have to make do like the pony's in the comics yeah". book started making some very simple tools his first living space was in the cave where he practiced combat like his father but couldn't for he couldn't fly so he adapted them to his earth bound ways climbing trees and jumping off till it didn't hurt to any more "i will make you proud dad i will protect all the pony's coming threw here i promise". book would eat wild grass and dandy lions like his father showed him. every day was the same train train train till he was finally good but every time he saw himself in a lake he would get sad and wispier "why don't i have wings"
