Heron Lake Plateau your shadow weighs a ton

Screech fell against her, his light frame felt as though it felt softly but it was impossible to tell. He didn't react, he simply stayed where he was, his one eye still silent but judgemental. She heard someone approach, but didn't move, and didn't look up. She was safe by Screech's side, and he was safe beside her, and by the scent, she could tell that it was Raven. Her heart ached; had Quixote spoken to her? Or had Ceara? And whose story did she believe. 

When she suggested that Screech be moved elsewhere, she lifted her head, worry and panic causing her eyes to widen, as she flattened her ears. "But..." She said, and she gulped. She didn't want anything to happen to him..."What if something happens? Ceara fed him wrong and he choked...He almost died, again...What if something happens?" She said, tone pleading. She was desperate, and she whined, ready to beg Raven to change her mind if she needed to. "Please...It's my fault he's like this...I can't...I can't lose him." She said, ribs racked with ugly, sobbing breaths that she struggled to control. She shook, overwhelmed by the fear that something horrible might become of Screech. Her anxiety was completely unfounded- but she couldn't help it. She hadn't been prepared for this- she hadn't been ready for the mess of emotions she would be, simply from a good crack to the skull. It was all too much, and all she could feel was fear and anxiety. She tried to plead with Raven, but she could do nothing but sob.