Ankyra Sound Once you had a motorcycle, but you couldn't ride it right.

She bobbed her head to acknowledge Raleska's reply and the warning woven into it. "We'll get you there," Sugar promised, glancing at Stryx as the silver she-wolf corroborated her by offering to carry the other child while Raleska took the bundle of herbs.

Sugar noted her companions' discomfiture and paused a moment, wondering if they were both leery of the journey ahead. It would be taxing, though they could share the burdens among one another. There was safety in numbers too. She felt another rush of gratitude toward Stryx for coming along, meaning the adults at least outnumbered the helpless, even if she wouldn't have considered Raleska able-bodied at the moment.

"We'll get you home," Sugar repeated, murmuring it into the pup's head as she bent down and grasped his soft scruff. With her precious cargo safely held, her black eyes looked to Raleska to lead the way home.