'Excellent!' she rejoiced, putting something called a hat on my head, 'fits perfectly.'

'Alright. . . what is my task?' I asked.

'Oh, its super easy, you just need to put the letters into the Pony's pigeon holes, but you need to put the right ponies mail to the right box.' She told me, picking up a piece of parchment from a basket.

'See, this letter is addressed to Carrot Top, she's a friend of mine.' She held a letter and pointed to a box, 'here put this one in there.'

I did as told, taking it in my teeth before I put it away into the box.

'Good, go again.' She enthused, I grabbed another letter and put it in another box.

'No, it needs to go to the right pony, just read the names on the letter and then the name on the box.'

'I. . . can't read.' I told her.

'Well, just put the ones that look similar together, and then put them in the same box. Okay?' she asked.

I picked a letter and set it on the floor. I examined the name carefully and found a box with similar scribblings on it. I put it away, and she smiled at me.

'Great! You sort out some mail, and I'll make some deliveries, I'll be back later today. Good Luck!' and with that she left me alone.

. . . All alone. . . I stood there in silence for a few moments, noticing for the first time, it is like I'm back in the Wilderness and I feel. . . afraid. I laid on the floor for a bit, all I could think of was the desolation in this endeavour.

Where are those guards. . . the dragon? The ponies? The Draconequus? . . . Luna?

Desolation. . . yet again alone in a wilderness I do not know. But I was trusted with something important. . . I knocked over the basked of mail and began sorting it.

Is this my fate? Toiling among ponies?! Abandoned by my own kind!? I may not actually mind that fate.

'What are-!' a pony barged in, stopping as he noticed what I was, 'Alright. . . we don't want trouble, please. . . just leave. . .'

'I am not leaving.' I affirmed.

'Y-yes. . . you are.' He choked out.

'Well. . . I am sorry, but I have taken on a new mentor. . . a humble teacher who gave me a task of great importance, and no matter what you say!' I got right up in his face as he backed away in fear, 'I am going to sort through this mail!'

That was last thing I barked at him before I went back to sort through the pile.

'. . . Alright, but. . . I won't charge overtime!' he yelped out, as if he had control.

Cute how he thinks that. . . what is overtime?

I continued on with my task but as time passed, others came to fulfil their duties as well. . . curious how after a while they continued to work alongside me, once the situation was explained. We all worked to the end of the day, busily sorting through packages of paper, letter and parcel alike until we were finally dismissed.

'Mr Runt was it? I. . . wish to see you in my office.' The Pony from before asked, '. . . please.'

I followed him inside.

'A. . . curious workday, today was.' He began.

'But, a rather bountiful in my opinion.' I commented.

'Yes. . . Miss Derpy put you on as a replacement while she took some remaining packages out, and well. . . she's better delivering than sorting. Today was most bountiful than most.' He agreed to my surprise, 'Runt, would you consider working with us further? I-if your mentor permits it, of course!'

This was. . . shocking. I was never asked to perform tasks like this, and. . . asked to work further ahead. It was bizarre. . .

I'm getting asked. . . to stay. . .

'. . . I. . . am honoured, but I should. . . be gone by now.' I told him as I started to leave.

'Eh, Miss Derpy should be here in-'

'Thank you. . . Pony.'

I walked away, I found the guards and asked they take me back.

'-And you disregarded all the security protocols we had in place!' the unicorn scolded me.'

'I wasn't breaking any rules.' I informed him.

'Except the rules of escorts at the request of PRINCESS CELESTIA!' the unicorn yelled at me.

'We have been ordered to supervise you, we have been lenient but you took it too far.' The earth pony said.

'. . . I'm tired of this. . .' I began, 'I don't belong here. . . in these walls, WITH YOU OR THOSE DAMNED PONIES YOU PRAISE!'

'. . . Apologise.' The unicorn ordered.

'Why should I?' I asked, barring my teeth.

'. . . I refuse to use magic. . . it would be a waste.' He remarked, he lowered his head and his helm fell off.

'. . . You should never evoke challenge. . . with a wolf.' I told him, preparing to charge.

'You're no wolf. You're an outcast.' That was it.