A new breed of fear and panic made Moon Runner’s heart beat quickly. She couldn’t comprehend the cosmic shift that had transported her – only that her new reality wasn’t one she recognized.

She began to whimper, calling for Cloud Dancer and Grim Tooth as she searched for any whiff of their trail.

But then – there was the scent of another closing in.

Moon Runner’s tail tucked defensively as she spun around, eyes flicking across the dense forest from bole to bole.

A spray of red and white hair. She thought of Pale Buffalo Hunter's patchwork pelage.

A low rumble bubbled in her throat. A warning.

Who goes there? the Spirit said without words.