“Not so loud!” Whirlwind hissed as Spike panted, an inch away from braining Whirlwind with some weird weapon that looked like a kind of shovel with an iron ball on the opposite end of the glittering, gilded haft. He almost squeaked out in fear before Whirlwind’s hoof plugged his mouth shut as Meranax’s face suddenly appeared to swallow up the sky above them. Meranax peered right down at them with her good eye.