The figure reached out, and pulled Dawn onto his horse. "Hold tight, miss!" The figure spurred his mount, and shot off towards town. If one listened closely, the forest sounded like hundreds, if not thousands, of beings were moving towards the town. As the figure broke free from the forest, the sound stopped. The figure removed his cloak, revealing a glorious set of golden armor, and that he was another purple racoon, though a little more battered and scarred.