Blackfeather Woods rosemary

the little girl began to wander away again, and Tahani stretched her neck out, gently wrapping her jaws around Currituck's scruff and bringing her to nestle between her outstretched legs. Ocra's shuddering admission makes the hair along her spine raise suddenly--there was something about her tone that was frightening; perhaps it was the note of hopelessness that weighed each word down like a stone, heavy with finality.

"i help," Tahani insisted, trying to keep her own voice steady. "i. . .care for her, too. i help you." she touched the rabbit with her muzzle yet again, at the same time trying to keep Currituck within reach. "eat. Ocra. . .please."