Spotted Eagle Mountain little voice

Flashes of red and black and cougar-silver dominated his vision, but this visceral experience wasn't the same as what he'd been through over the past weeks. Yes this was painful and horrifying, but it was different to what Shardul had done to him. Very different. Spring was here. And so he felt that deep desperation that came when freedom was in sight, and with the desperation came motivation — and with that came a new strength in his soft white paws. So when Spring jumped, the boy did too — they jumped together, great and desperate, into fate, into future, into the devouring river below.