Sun Mote Copse There beyond the palisade

Where Chanel slept in the rendezvous was not so far off, and when in her dreams she heard the poor distant whine of a child, she knew it was a dream no longer and awoke. The young sitter pulled herself out of the narrow little space she made her home in and resurfaced, blinking sleep from her eyes as she made her way out into the open and moved towards the pitiful sounds. 

As she approached she heard a small thump and the beginning of a cry, and in spite of her tiredness she moved quicker until she was upon the scene, finding poor Prim lying on his side, sweating into the dry earth. Primrose! She can't help but cry, pushing towards him to lean down and nudge at his cheek with her snout, Primrose, dear, can you hear me, darling?