Rarity's horn chimed with magic, as she pulled out the red furred cloak out of her saddlebag. The same one that once belonged to a runty little Dire wolf. The same beast which hunted her on that first night she ended up stranded in the Everfree Forest so long ago. Rarity dawned the cloak and adjusted it over her head so that her ears fit comfortably through the slits she cut for them. She sighed in relief now that she couldn't feel the fat water droplets constantly pattering against her head, and continued her journey to find Atchmon. 