Through the dark streets of Canterlot she walked like a huntress. A mare that stood by and moved through the shadows as much as possible. All while she boiled herself within the emotion of hatred and rage. Not a single living soul dared to show itself on the cold streets as the news of the storm that had raged over the little town had all of the Canterlotians shiver in a deep fear. And all of them knew that the pegasi were leading the storm to the north, but if they wanted they could let the winds  change at any given moment.