  Macintosh smiled. It had taken who knows how long and he'd dealt with more troubles than a single pony deserved to be stricken with, but he'd finally found her. He tottered towards Zecora on legs that hardly worked any more. Her eyes widened further and she stepped back. Macintosh heard the sounds of branches breaking behind him and a growl which grew steadily louder. He slumped his shoulders and sighed. That damned smoke-wolf thing again… Something snapped inside Macintosh's mind and he heard a roaring sound inside his head as rage flooded through him. Even his exhaustion was pushed aside by its strength.