Phoenix Maplewood through the curtains of the waterfall.

To make matters even worse, the other wolves—the strangers—began to crowd against her, even touching her. A small cry of despair tumbled from the little girl's lips when a soft paw brushed against her. Although the group had been traveling together for days now, Spur still wasn't comfortable with any of them. There were only four wolves (five, if she included herself) in the pup's bubble of comfort: mommy, daddy, Silas and Pippin.

But there was nothing she could do except bury her face in Harlyn's side and bawl fearfully, hating everything about existence as strange, scary things kept touching every inch of her small body.