He looked upon the scene with a detached grimace. It had been just minutes since he had discovered the body on his normal route through the woods. At first, he had thought it nothing more than some predators forgotten kill, but then he saw the strands of pink sticking to torn flesh.

As a pair of hoof steps broke the silence of the forest, he'd hid, watching as a purple unicorn returned with a little filly in tow, a shovel levitating before her.

He had watched as she dug the hole methodically, her perverse smile never wavering.

In a matter of minutes the corpse was in the ground, the filly setting about covering up any sign of disturbed earth before the pair left as quickly as they had come. Now he stared at the spot where the body had been, grimace turning to a look of determination.

The little rabbit growled.

Twilight Sparkle would die.