Between one thing and another - the nightmares, the training sessions with Emizel, and what he was beginning to suspect as the beginnings of anemia - Soma had not been very active in Equestria of late. Even so, word of the strange goings-on there had reached even his ears, and so he was on the scene for this particular event. Admittedly, he wasn't very interested in the harvest; he'd picked one or two of the odd fruit, but he was leaving that mostly to others more capable and interested.

No; he was here as security. Those distant howls reminded him far too much of the werewolves he'd fought against in the Castle, and while he didn't have his full range of powers yet, his strength in this strange world had been growing with the increasing length of the night. Enough so that he could use most of his Bullet souls, at least, though he was still unable to access the majority of his Guardians and Enchantments.

Added to that were a set of foreleg armored plates that roughly equated to the fist loads he'd run across in the Castle; they weren't worth much for range and they bore no enchantments whatsoever, but they made effective shields and enabled him to strike without magic if he needed to. The moogles had outdone themselves.

For his part in all this, Soma will be toeing the line just at the edge of the unpicked trees. Between his natural strength, his new weapons, and his regained powers, he should be able to put up quite the formidable wall; approach at your own peril, Nightmares and Timberwolves.

[Sorry for shortness, consider this a placeholder. Soma definitely wants in on some ass-kicking action.]