Phoenix Maplewood through the curtains of the waterfall.

The band that travelled from Lost Creek Hollow was not cheery or optimistic. The Ostrega family and their two friends hadn't been enough to hold the Hollow against the cougar who terrorised them, and so they had fled. Their destination was Phoenix Maplewood, and the one who perhaps had the warmest feelings about this was Little Voice, so renamed because he could not longer refer to himself as the completely different person he'd been before the cougar had taken him. Spring was at the Maplewood. But, as it transpired, she wasn't at all. Nor was anyone. There was just... death, a cloud of death!

Startled and staring, the boy could barely believe the insane nameless sight and sound of the plague that all of a sudden wrapped the forest. Had he still been Ishi, this would have been such a glorious adventure. Out on the road with his packmates, finally getting a chance to explore his friend Spring's home, and dodging brand new dangers. But this... oh this. He didn't know what to think, he didn't know what to feel. So he beelined for the nearest pup (Larkspur) and swept away as many insects from her fur as he could before laying down at her side, soft white paw over her, silently begging Mordecai and Harlyn to save the day and make everything right again.