The tribe was still recovering. Black burns showed on paws and legs, antlers were missing, sores throbbed red. A wildfire had raced through there home, set by the griffen lion tribe, hungry for more territory. Things had been bad. The leader was missing a leg; the deputy died; only two elders had survived the rage. The tribe knew they had no chances of surviving in their former home. So they traveled up to the top of the Song of Sky mountian, where the phoenixes nursed them until they where ready to battle the griffen lion tribe for their former territory.
The medicine tent consisted of 25 beds woven of soft plain grass; a boiling cauldron filled with a hot, red liquid that most of the patients where being fed, and a phoenix healer, along with 3 jackolope ones. "Noooooooooo!" A great moan split the air. "Its true." said the phoenix healer softly. "Jumpera will die in three days time." "No." Muttered the jackolope softly. "There is one way to save Jumpera, however." "How?" said the jackolope, leaning in.