The firebird's claws dropped Pupa out of a dizzy heigh from above a conifer forest into the treetops. Her fall was slowed by the thick, dense moose, that grew on the cold, long branches and trunks. She landed on an impenetrable mesh of fallen woods, moose and mushrooms. The little changeling looked around and recognized the wind carried her to where she had slept away time as a little larva, unburdened and undisturbed.