Of Outlaws and Wolves. -north Tulgey Woods-

Dusty’s ears fall down on his head. “Killers? Monsters? That is what they are aren't they? Ah hate that… They… they destroy all of us by that… That blood lust! Ah hate’em!” He stands up along with the hair on the back of his neck. “They be worse than blood suckers. At least you may not die from some blood loss. But if we snack on somepony, they WILL die. Ya tell me where they are and ah will rip the wind pipe out of the alpha for you!” His words are spat out by the end with anger as he slams a hoof down.

“If ah knew a pack like that was here ah'd MAKE mine come here! Ya tell me where these lousy, blunt nose, short fang… DOGS are and ah will see they get beat down like no other!” Dust blinks and looks at Wesley, some how, from the start of his rant to the end he got so close he was tossing slobber all up on the poor… ponies? face. “Oh! sorry!” He yelps out as he backs up. “Ah just… Ah did not mean to get so… Mad. It just happens ya know? Just something deep inside wanting to have a shot at getting out.” He picks his hat back up and puts it back where it belongs.

Dusty leans his head side to side. “Eh… East. Ya, east. East leads out of here and more inland. Ah just don’t know where “East” Is. Got a book on how to do this, but…” He never says the rest of it as he rubs the back of his head. “Ah want to make it out of the woods. See what's past it. Sick of all the Snow, fire, cold and hot. Want to see more then white and red ya know?”

“Eeyup! Never left Sleetspire all my life! And a town? Love to see it. Bet it’s nothing like coal Haven. Like, running water in homes ya? Heard some one passing by say that.” Dusty was grinning ear to ear. “And Ah will not hurt one of em, not my turf so ah got to be on my best behavior. Swear on my blood and honor.” He says as he gets his large saddle bags back on. “We going to travel in the dark?”

“Well… Ah just don’t like the dark that much. Monsters and all. Not that ah fear it or something. What do ya think ah am? Some pup?” He looks at the fire as stars digging dirt up on to it, making short work of the flames. “Done. Well, lets get going… Ya take point. You do know the woods better than me.” He says with a grin and wave of his hoof.

WitchHazel was traveling through the woods. It was late, she knew she shouldn't be out here, but she was restless. She felt like something was going on just outside the border or her protection spell. Her horn glowed a soft orange light as she walked through, her cloak getting stuck once or twice in the thick underbrush. She sensed something or someone out there in these woods tonight. Maybe, that was why she was so restless. Keeping eyes and ears open she limped/trotted through the underbrush. Her leg was bugging her where a Timber Wolf had scratched her leg, she had run out of herbs for the healing salve, which was maybe another reason she was out here.

Further ahead she heard some yelling. Someponyelse was out here? Curiosity gripping her, she moved on. When she heard the voices, she stepped carefully, hopefully not making too much noise. She didn't know what these ponies were or if they were friendly. As she got near, she saw a fire glowing, one of them seemed to be carrying a torch. She approached more slowly, her head bowed protectively, they seemed to be coming straight at her.. She picked up her pace a bit to meet them. "Hello?" she called.

Wesley rolled his slitted eyes at Dusty's charming greeting of the mare. The hunter bowed his head a little himself however, "My… acquaintance is right, miss. In fact I happen t'be guidin' him out to Colton. I'm a vampony hunter, y'see." he explained right off the bat, nodding his head to his belt with the various implements for said hunting and killing of the bloodsuckers. "What exactly are you doin' wandering these woods alone is also what I'd like to ask?"