Sam galloped down the forest, he's amazed on how fast he was going. His galloping hooves thundered through
the woods, he felt the freedom like a horse may feel as he galloped down the forest path and leaped each
fallen tree like a true esquarian. Amazingly he doesn't feel tired at all, as he ran tbrough then he felt a
presence behind him and as he rounded the corner, ran right into him knocking him down.
When Sam got up, he saw a werewolf right in front of him. He let out a scream and backed away quickly. Sam
reared up, he waved his hooves to kick the werewolf just to defend himself, his horse half almost taking over.
It held up his hands, trying to calm down Sam, while backing away as well. Then Sam recognized the tattered
jeans that the werewolf was wearing were the same ones he remembered Nate wearing earlier.
"Nate? Is that you?" asked Sam, tentatively.
Nate tried to answer but all that came out were growls. He nodded instead.
"My god...what happened to us?" asked Sam. Nate could only shrug. Sam trotted over to Nate now that it was
clear he meant no harm. Sam ran his fingers through Nate's dense fur and scratched him a little behind the
ear. "You like that boy, huh?"
Nate ducked away from him at this and let out a playful growl.
"Want to play, huh? Well, see if you can catch me, wolfy!" exclaimed Sam, trotting off down the path.
Sam heard Nate let out a joyful howl and followed in hot pursuit.