Porcupine Ridge We are hope

As shock began to set in, Burr's eyes darted rapidly between the unfamiliar wolves. There was no way to keep them all in his line of sight, but fear of the unknown told him to try. Pema settled somewhere on his right side, Dawn loomed over him, and the third wolf was somewhat off to the left. He pressed his ears forward and turned blurry eyes up to Dawn as she spoke, but many of her words sounded rushed to the traumatized Burr, who felt like he was in a vacuum and the others were on the outside looking in.

He picked out the name, but it wasn't familiar to him. Unbeknownst to Burr, he had shared a game once with Sunny, but they hadn't exchanged names. He knew that his grey-furred adult friend had left the pack some time ago, leaving Burr to wallow in his loneliness—though that was hardly Sunny's fault—but aside from that, it rang no bells. He shook his head lightly, unable to formulate words through a tongue that felt sluggish and twisted in his mouth in spite of the quick, shallow breaths he was taking.

He became aware, slowly, of throbbing in his foot, and his eyes chanced to slide down toward it. When he saw the angle it was at, his vision swam and all at once the throb grew to sharp agony. He sucked in a breath—heedless of all the adult wolves around him and the questions they were asking—and screamed until the sight and pain of it made him dizzy and he fainted.

Feel free to powerplay Burr while he's out cold. :)