Whirlwind froze when he saw a clear crystal with a small golden cylinder at its centre. "...That's not possible. How did she get that...?” He scrambled in the mud, hooves desperately trying to fish it out of the mud before it sank, managing to snag it in a cloven hoof. He brought it up to his face. A concerned expression graced his features as his eyes darted across its surface, not sure if he believed what he was seeing. What would the human's servant be doing with this in its packs? Then a thought struck him. "The human..." he whispered before jerking in shock, feeling a burst of static wash through the air, causing his fur to stand on end.