Blacktail Deer Plateau i was lightning, before the thunder

Throughout the journey from Porcupine Ridge to Blacktail Deer Plateau, Burr drifted in and out of consciousness. He never quite reached the surface of it long enough to realize he was being borne arduously on the backs of the three strangers, but never sunk down enough to be oblivious to the fact he was moving. He imagined he was floating, unable to stop. Papa, he called out in his mind, Mom! They were nowhere near here, though. Even worse, they would have no idea what happened to him or where he had gone when they finally returned to Easthollow, and the same held true for his missing sister. He wondered how angry they would be...

These thoughts fell away as he drifted off again. When next he awoke, Burr managed to cling to wakefulness enough to lift his head from the ground and peer blearily up at the three wolves who had carried him there. The setting was completely different. Where before there had been only a rocky mountainside with scattered trees and an expansive vale below, now there was a rich forest and only darkness ahead. He tried to regain his feet, but collapsed in a heap when pain shot through his limb again. In fact, his entire body ached, and for a time he simply laid there, whimpering and sniffling.

Panic edged his breath and his voice as he eventually panted up at the three strangers and asked, in a small and high voice, "Where am I?" It wasn't Easthollow, that was for sure, but the smell of wolves was just as strong here as it was back home.