There were few dangers on the trail this close to Canterlot—all the forests here were tame, the animals were trained, and most of the dangerous plants had been cut back. One night she heard a timberwolf howling from outside the large tent, somewhere close by. Perez rose, told the ponies he’d take care of it, and came back an hour later with bits of wood in his robes. They didn’t hear the howling again.