Stone Circle Trashin' the camp

Unlike his pale littermate, Ezra could come to the conclusion of anything other than that his sister was dead. Because if such thoughts would enter his mind the boy would be unable to keep himself from bursting into a mess of tears and grief. Steph was strong and Ezra didn’t want to believe these wounds were enough to kill her despite how bleak the outcome looked. She’ll be fine he wanted to say, but the words never formed in his mouth and the most he could offer was a few quiet whimpers into the back of his sister’s head. 

Despite regaining his composure, the subtle signs of stress and nervousness could still be seen upon the boy’s face. Keoni’s look didn’t provide much hope and Ezra found himself slinking backwards in search of his mother’s comfort. She’s going to be fine.