Sun Mote Copse petunia

Taken aback by the leader's ferocious approach and harsh diction, Honey retreated into herself with an outwardly submissive stance. She was careful to turn her brood away from Eshamun's wrath, but kept her eyes focused on the red wrath. My sister, Eshamun, Honey began with her words short and low, there was an urgent call in the night for my presence and I-I didn't have time to let you know, so I...I had to go. Knowing that her poor excuse might end up costing her well-being as well as that of her pups, she continued in her justfication, It was my sister, Caroline. I hadn't seen her in so long but she found me, just in time for me to see her before she passed. I had to give her a proper funeral, as per our familial beliefs.
There was a gulp and a slight adjustment to her posture, as to make room for the moving young within, before she said her final words. I-I'm sorry. For leaving, and for coming back; I didn't mean to disrespect you.