It had been a good catch that day. Some little twerp from Ponyville Elementary decided to wander into Jarhead’s turf, and had to pay the toll. His ever-faithful partner-in-crime Meat Hook grabbed the snot and ripped her backpack away. She barely put up a stuggle, which was fine. The kid on the scooter yesterday hadn’t made either of them too eager for another fight. In fact as soon as they got their “payment” she ran off, crying. Heh, maybe they should go teach her a few manners after this.
 
Still, the haul wasn’t too great. All they found in the backpack so far was a doll, a sandwich (Peanut butter? Blegh, that’d look better mashed on the wall), and a few papers which,. had either of them been able to read, they would have recognized as homework. They looked important all the same, so Jarhead made a mental note to burn them when he found his lighter. For now, the doll. It was a tough old thing, but he was pretty sure he could get the head off. Might stick it on the gate like a warning. Heh, that’d be cool. He kept twisting and twisting, nearly there…
 
Clank. Clank. Clank.
 
Meat Hook stopped rummaging through the pack, and gaped open-mouthed at something behind them. He shook Jarhead’s shoulder, slightly whimpering. Faust, what was this idiot afraid of now-
 
The twerp was back. She was back in the arms of the largest… person, Jarhead had ever seen. He was a green giant, towering over them in some sort of… armor? His visor wasn’t particularly clear, but he could still feel the hatred burning in the giant’s gaze. He stretched out his free hand, holding it out like a talon.
 
“I don’t think that’s yours.”
 

 
You know, in all the time I’ve put these two together, I’ve never shown the papa-wolf side of Chief with his charge. Really, you don’t upset the little girl who has a seven-foot killing machine for a friend. It’s not going to end well by any means.