Cyrus's Story for a Wish

When I was a young foal, I always had a habit of exploring the 'wilds' that surrounded me. Of course, the 'wilds' were just a nearby field, forest, and river that I could go to to be alone and play. It wasn't all that dangerous, or at least it shouldn't have been, but one day as I explored farther and farther into the forest, I encountered a wolf. It was a startling encounter, the wolf lunged and my mind went blank. I don't remember much of the encounter other than my only weapon at the time were my fists and my hooves and I did not stop throwing myself at the beast until it was long dead. One would think after such an encounter I would be frightened, but all I could feel was the thrill of the hunt, of winning a battle that I had a huge disadvantage against. It was what inspired me to learn to fight and make it a career.