Willow

you are a pony abandoned at birth you would have surely perished If not for a pack of timberwolves saving you when you were younger you’ve been living with them ever since. Unbeknownst to you living with timberwolves has slowly been turning you to wood also. You sit watching the moon one night willow comes up to you it’s a beautiful night tonight isn’t it? she looks at the spreading wood on you Seems you are getting more wooden by the day