Emberwood No way we all get through this...

"Are you OK?" the stranger asked, showing remarkably little hostility. Everfree squinted at him and edged closer, climbing awkwardly out of the bushes. "I gots four legs and a tail," she answered, perking her ears. "Head's all there to, far's I know. Sure am hungry, though. Sure you don't have nut'n? Bone scrapin'ses?" The yearling could feel Stark's eagle-sharp gaze on her, watching every move. "I don't got no fur-bugs or death-sneezes," she assured him, smiling crookedly.