Is fast enough?

Speed yes speed that was it. Running faster and faster his four legs pushing and pulling him ever forward through the air across the landscape, nether grass nor the land itself offered any resistance. His hooves dug in giving purchase to his powerful legs, the speed creating a refreshing wind that added fuel to his muscular form and whipping his great long mane.

A strange smell reached his nostrils, then recognition he skidded to a holt tearing up grass and soil and looked to the sky. It was coming The Red Death! With a grunt he turned towards home and ran faster and harder than ever before, no longer out for fun, he must beat the red not only for his own life but for that of his people. Pushing himself ever aware of the red behind him, soon he saw the cliffs, he pushed even harder lowering his form for extra speed, at the cliffs edge he leaped, leaped free of the ground free of resistance and for a moment he felt the sun warm him. As gravity took hold his body started to spin and fall, at that moment his hooves became feet his body turned upright gaining humanoid legs and arms his mane became a great mop of hair and immense eagle like wings sprouted from his back, he landed smoothly on the beach and sounded the alarm. He hoped he was in time, would they all make it to safety, to the cave bunkers.

As they were shutting the great door they could here the Reds howl like a thousand Timber wolves on the wind, but worse yet were the screams of those that hadn't made it.

The door shut the people made their way deeper into the caves, nobody made a sound, nobody had the heart to say anything to ask who'd not made it. Thud Thud Bang and then the creak of hinges, Was the door opening?

They turned slowly to see....