Lost Creek Hollow but take your time, think a lot

As the ruckus was starting up, Treason was attempting to convince the most cowardly of her children to quit lurking about by her and go be social. All she was getting from Spook was a series of pathetic whines. He'd been more bold with just his siblings around but this other lot were strange and far larger than he. He'd rather not, but his mother would have none of it. This was a phase she was going to demand he grow out of.

She was about to make certain he knew she meant business when one of the pups shrieked and she paused and looked over. Nope, wasn't one of hers so as long as nobody was bleeding or unconscious, they could keep right at it. And if the older bunch got too badly chewed on by her little hellions, that was their fault.  Anyway, she turned her attention back to Spook, and shoved him towards the group with her muzzle. He'd best stop arguing, and it wasn't like she was just dumping him here -- maybe she'd favored him too much for his otherwise good behavior.

He was very uncertain about this whole thing, standing there frozen on the edge of the play area as he looked for his (less crazy than Jet) brother for some sort of guidance.  Where had Ash gone in the flurry of small paws?