Haunted Wood follow alice

Her pelt matted with burs and brambles -- it pulled at her with sharp tugs of pain, but she made no fuss. She could not swing her muzzle back to see how her family was doing, for the branches were far too compacted -- instead, she continued onward, stilling every so often to reassure her uneasy mind that it was them behind her.. and not a bear.

Finally, the space opened. Soft moss felt like plush velvet upon her sore and bleeding pads, and as Swift slumped down, Allure pressed herself almost on top of him, holding him as best she could. Her lithe form held him as good as any hug, and as Bazi settled beside them, Allure gently placed her muzzle upon her brothers shoulders. Sleep did not find her fitfully -- her dreams were nightmares of stinky bear breath and blood - of popping eyeballs, and screams. She would twitch and growl in her sleep, but it would be for nought -- she couldn't fight the bears, even in her dreams.