Speed was terrified of the wolves that had come out. They were attacking the pony that had helped her, and were going for her next. Speed dashed off in the direction that she thought she came from, looking back every few steps. Oh gosh, I hope he doesn't die... Speed thought. Speed was angry at that other unicorn, even thought she knew it wasn't her fault. Speed just felt like she needed someone to blame for this.
After a long time of running, Speed was still lost. Well, even more lost. She was going to die in this forest, she knew it. The other pony was probably dead already. There was only one way out of this, to fly. Speed had already proved too herself that she was horrible at it, knocking herself unconscious like that, but it was the only way. She started flapping her wings furiously, and she hopped into the air...