"Well, you've already met the neighbors." Atchmon shrugged nonchalantly, while motioning to her leg. "They must've wanted you bad, 'cause they usually never go passed the creek. Other than that, I haven't seen anything come into the meadow in a good long while. I've got my scent all over this place, and the smell from my kills- sorry, umm, 'quarry' usually drives everything else off. So you should be safe here... but just in case-" Atchmon went outside for a moment and came back with a spear that had a sharp stone blade at the tip. "Jus' give 'em a goood poke." He chuckled, his dark sense of humor did nothing for Rarity.