Face huggies

>You plant your research observation spot in a brush hill next to a clearing in the forest.
>You want to prove firsthand why feral fluffies manage to survive, even with the accelerated breeding rate all fluffies have it would be impossible for a herd to surive a single predator
>You hit jackpot when a herd of over fifteen individuals come into the clearing for grazing. You identify all the traits of a feral fluffy pony herd with smarty friend beta males and a fair share of pregnant mares rolled around by the other fluffies.
>The herd stays grazing for more than three hours and suddenly you notice there is a lynx approaching them
>The lynx jumps over one of the pregnant mares and buries his claws deep in her fluff "NWOOO OWIES FWIENDS HEWP!" cries the mare
>The entirety of the herd is now aware of the feline and are tense in what you can only describe as a waiting stance
>Suddenly the smarty friend shouts "FWACE HUGGIES FWACE HUGGIES!"
>The lynx distracted in the mare's meat is unaware when all the herd as one falls on him "hugsies" "pway?""no mo' owies!"
>It can fend a couple of them fluffies and swats some more effectively killing them but in time a large ball of fluff covers it.
>after a few minutes of shaking the movement stops and the fluffies scatter and go away leaving back their dead.
>You approach the lynx once they're gone. It's dead, suffocated.