Lost Creek Hollow I'm so grateful and proud.

Gannet wasn't used to being summoned, but as soon as Terence's voice rang out, he was running. His off-kilter gait was more than adequate to get him there quickly, and he took in the scene instantly with calculated calm.

What happened? he asked, before turning his ears back. While he waited for an answer, he immediately moved in close and slowly, methodically, began to groom the fur of her throat. The presses went along the throat and towards the base of her chest. He instinctively felt the best thing would be to, right now, prevent any panic she or her throat muscles seemed to be undergoing from making things worse. He didn't know why, but her stance and breathing made it clear something was wrong there.