Fox's Glade you’ll need not ask me for more

set right after  this

No matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, what the boys had seen could not be erased from his memory. Her frosted fur, that lifeless stare, the trail of blood leading down the river. It'd leave him forever scarred. 

As frighting as being alone was, as long as @Zephyr was looking for dead bodies, Phillip would keep himself out of it. Seeing one was enough for him. But as he wandered further and further he was regretting his decision more and more. Twig had not yet returned (he assumed she was still cross from earlier), he couldn't go back to Zephyr. He was all alone, out in the open and vulnerable. Phillip's legs began to shake as he walked.