Thoughts were going in and out, no stopping or shortage of the things that were thought of. New thoughts and old thoughts, they all recollected themselves inside of my mind.

Some combined themselves to make an even more complicated brain paradox, and some thinned themselves down to the smallest that they could be.

There was no limits to the thoughts in my mind, some thoughts even seemed like they were new in knowledge.

Thinking was just a new learning experience that is sometimes hard to understand. But, once you understand, there is no going back... And it seems like you have to much time on your paws.

But, that's just me. Just a wolf in her room, alone on a summer day with nothing better to do than just to think about thoughts.
Maybe take my advice, or listen to my thoughts...
Will this reach you? I hope it does, it's hard to explain.
I'm not even really speaking, these are just thoughts that will be a flashback, just a soon faded record of the brain.

I'm just a wolf who has been thinking to much.
Help me.

The flashback was gone, and I remembered what I thought. Did it reach her? Did my thoughts from so long ago reach Looka?

Looka bit down on the shard, and she sank her canine teeth into the flesh of the pony.

For the little moments that the pony was alive, the male pony looked back at Looka. For a second, there was a small smile on his face, a smile that was once lost but refound again. A little piece of the pony that he once was, was revived, but couldn't stay long.

That expression faded quickly, and turned back into the poisoned pony that he was. He had a gritted, toothy, angry expression on his face.