"This is troubling news you've bought before us, Sergeant Homa." Wambleeska spoke, his eyebrows furrowing a little in thought.

Okey and Wambleeska sat around the campfire in front of his tent, along with Ehawee and Ruffled Feather.

"Let me just say Wambleeska, I am so sorry for bein' associated with that man….also, how're you gonna defend yourselves from the attack?" Okey asked. "My Colonel's a real fighter when it comes to battling."

"We have our ways, Sergeant." Wambleeska spoke, then spread some dried leaves over the campfire, making the flames roar to life. "We'll outsmart him using our quick wits, but it's you who will bring that power-mad Colonel Kit to justice."

Wambleeska moved in closer, and whispered to Okey;

"It's your destiny."

"How'm I gonna help you?" Okey asked, gulping, feeling nervous at the prospect of this whole event being his "destiny".

"Like the medicine man said, we have a way," Ehawee spoke, standing up and showing Okey a drum made from rope and stretched Buffalo hides. "We'll bring out Mica within your soul with this spirit drum, then ask him for extra protection. This sacred ceremony is what's known as Yuwipi among our people, and in order to initiate it, you must simply ask for us to begin it yourself."

"Now just wait a minute y'all…" Okey spoke, clearing his throat. "B'fore I agree t' any more of this spiritual stuff, I gotta say, does any of this actually work?"

Wambleeska, Ehawee and Ruffled Feather merely stared at Okey, completely silent, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"--really?" Ehawee commented.

"Okay, okay…" Okey spoke, holding up both his paws. "Then I'd like to start the Yuwipi ceremony please."

"Excellent." Wambleeska smiled.

"OOOOOKEYYYY! Where are you lad?!" The Colonel exclaimed, frightening quite a number of vultures. "This is NOT in the regulation handbook!"

Kit and Rico had spent the last five hours or so trying to find Okey, and so far they'd had absolutely no luck.

"Pardon me fer sayin' this, Colonel…" Rico spoke, taking in a long drag of smoke. "Since your Sergeant's gone awol in the middle of the forest, regulations be DAMNED!"

Kit gulped, for the cougar was right.

After traipsing through part of the dense forest, both the coyote and the cougar encountered a massive field of prickly pear cacti that seemed to never end!

"Well, Colonel," Rico chuckled, bowing and extending his left hand as if he were a lady at a cotillion dance. "—Shall we dance?"

"mmmmrghbully…" Kit grumbled, reluctantly taking Rico's paw.

(*tango music plays*)

And so, the Colonel and cougar proceeded to make their way through the field of cacti almost as if they were dancing.

"Ah see y'all have two left feet, Colonel..." Rico laughed before pulling the Colonel away from a precariously growing cactus that nearly touched a singular hair on his ear.

"I know I do..." Kit grumbled once more.