I was pacing around in circles in my room.. Well.. Shared room. No one could see me how I was. Nopony, no creature. With each step my hunger had gotten worse, but I was keeping it together. It was once in a long time that this had ever happened, though. My fangs, they grew, they were clearly visible, even with a naked eye. My fangs were sharp, able to tear through anything. Meat, tree bark, anything. You may be thinking: 'This is just another typical vampire story...' But it isn't. For I am no vampire, not even of the sort. I don't crave blood, it's just that my hunger was begging me for meat. Steak. For I was a wolf, that had wanted it's prey. Surely I could just last a little bit longer...

I heard footsteps quickly trailing up the stairs, losing no time. Those footsteps smelled and heard very familiar. Did I tell you that my senses also intensely improve while this happens? Well, it does. I looked at the door, which the pony whom was outside who was making the loud footsteps would come out of. The door clicked meaning some pony was coming in. Once the door was unlocked, the pony ran in, and that pony was my sister.

She quickly walked over to me, clearly panting due to loss of breath. She dropped the bag that was in her hooves onto the ground. I smelled it. Meat. Steak specifically. I ran over to the bag, and I ravenously ate the meat. The steak was gone in less than a flicker of light. My fangs slowly descended into their hidden place beneath the cover of my mouth. The intense feelings of senses dulled down, too.

I thanked my sister, given fact that she was the only one who knew about this. And so she went out and got meat for me. Luckily, this didn't happen very often so she didn't have to deal with this very often.