The Floodlands I'm with the band.

Short and crappy! I think this will be my last post, so feel free to PP her!

"Roz is hurt badly," Raven told her. Fortunately, she faced Towhee and spoke slowly so the dazed yearling could catch the words. She frowned, feeling both guilty and helpless.

"Don't let her die, Rave," she whispered with dry, bloodless lips. "Don't die, Roz," she added, turning her head to peer at the brown she-wolf. She seemed to be awake. That was a good sign, wasn't it?

Towhee fell silent and put her injured head on her paws, eyes closing. She needed to fight to stay conscious so that Quixote and Raven could focus most of their attention on Roz when it came time to start moving somewhere safer.