Phoenix Maplewood through the curtains of the waterfall.

With more and more plagues flying above, Shikoba felt her body tense up as darkness cloacked the group. She could feel their wings beat inside of her ears, th e buzzing almost painful. Their sticky feet clung to her fur, crawling along like spiders on a web.

All that mattered was keeping her family safe. She would stay as a shield for any amount of time needed. The children, they were scared, frightened, in danger. And Shikoba felt weak for not being able to do anything about it.