The first sign something was amiss was when Whirlwind was awoken by the sound of Handy’s voice echoing from the caves up the hot springs. He woke up with a snort, ears flicking and twitching. Spike, who was basking on the rocks next to the lake, idly inspecting some black, glossy stone in his claw, having found barely anything to eat and looking fairly miserable for it, looked over to Whirlwind.