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Sorrel didn't know much about making friends, so she couldn't sympathize there; she never felt the need to have anyone around aside from Maman, save for her blood. On that same note, she couldn't get why he would find himself annoying to anyone, let alone the adults who seemed to be the most welcoming lot she'd come across. What she could understand, however, was being lost and struggling to get back home. Sunny sounded like he'd seen a lot of what the area had to offer, but whether that would prove positive or negative, Sorrel wasn't sure. 

She took in a deep breath and looked at Sunny for approval, then nosed around at his paw with such tenderness that one might not have felt her touch at all. Mine, too, she said, then adjusting to show the swollen ankle she'd been so careful with. It wasn't her only injury, but it was the most severe; her others could be chalked up to the side effects of frostbite, rather than an actual wound.