Pumpkin lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling silently. Pound was sleeping, so peaceful. Then she heard a sound. "Who could be up at this time? It's practically midnight." she wondered. Pumpkin jumped out from her blanket as quietly as she could, as to not wake her brother. She looked from her window, but could only see shadows. They weren't of any pony civilians she could recognize. Pumpkin understood it may be dangerous. Though her curiosity got the better of her. She went slowly down the stairs and to the door of her home. She squeezed her head out of the door near silently. Pumpkin used her magic to levitate a knife behind her, just in case. She couldn't believe her eyes, it wasn't a pony at all. Or any creature from the Everfree. Then she noticed stitches by the head. "Four legs, biggish, and stitches. That is a pony, isn't it?" Pumpkin murmured, near silently. She was about to approach when she stopped herself. "What am I doing?! I'm just some little ten year old filly... who knows how to protect herself." She shook her head and decided on one thing, Whatever it was she was seeing, she would go up to it and if she deemed it dangerous.
She knew what to do.
