Broken Antler Fen that girl is poison

Idle confusion coming to an aburpt halt, Ivy turned the rest of her pale gray body so she faced her sister entirely.  .. sick?  No, she answered, though her brain was having trouble catching up.  Her sister's seriousness was punctuated by a couple of whines and an overall heightened level of uncertainty.  In all honesty, Ivy wasn't sure what to do about it.

Uh.. she offered unhelpfully.  The girl snapped her head to both sides once her thoughts began racing.  Still no wolves magically appeared out of thin air to help.  And... Grandpa.  Sick.  Throwing up.  This seemed like a thing for adults to handle.  Adults who were nowhere to be found.  Shit!  Her ears folded back and she hastily shook her head as if to clear the last bit of sleep from her mind.  What about grass?  Or.. damnit!  As the words left her mouth she knew how magnificantly stupid they were.

How long has he been sick? she demanded suddenly.