(You're walking across the more tame portion of the Poison Jungle. You recently passed the old PoisonWing village, where everything wanted to kill you. You decided you would never go back there. Before you now lies a small stream, which looks fairly undisturbed.)

Who are you? You're not Sundew... (The voice gives out a sad sigh. You look around, but you can't see anyone.) I guess there's no hiding this spot now. Sundew's gonna kill me... (The voice's body lands next to you. A LeafWing.)