Cricket Creek Bog it just ain't anywhere

nothing could have prepared him for what came next. you could have knocked cam over with a feather. his jaw sagged, eyes rounding to full moons. what?! he burst out, heart hammering in his chest. 

god, if he'd only known, if he'd only been able to— he wanted to dash back and take them on, but what could he do?!— what could even they do, the two of them, against those behemoths and their presumably similarly large packmates—

i was on my way home, cam gasped, but mal—i just ran into the saints. into him—k-kynareth. i was lost in the swamp and this woman, nyra, offered to help me out and then he came and— 

he was completely and utterly flustered, a total mess. we have to get her back, he moaned, his stomach churning painfully. we have to try—get wolves from moonspear, from the island—

do something! his cowardice and sense of moral responsibility were warring, with the latter coming out haphazardly the victor.