Chapter 7: Making New Friends And Relationships Back at the woods, Myreille chopped down the top of the tree to see a better view. She saw Fearow who swooped down and dropped a doll on her palm. She sniffs it for a moment and now noticed. Meanwhile, hers army stood there, waiting for Myreille until she landed in front of them; she tossed the doll to Yenmilla. "What do you see?" Myreille asked. Yenmilla felt something on her finger when she touched the doll, "Black pine from the high mountains." Natasha Fatale took the thread from it, "White horse hair. Imperial stallions."