Haunted Wood be strong sweet little one

She knew she probably wasn't supposed to, but she followed Vesper from the territory—albeit at a distance. And the distance grew with time, for her still-growing legs weren't enough to keep up with her older sister's more developed frame. Blueberry was panting as she reached the edge of the forest, and she gave a little whine as she approached.

Hey, she said, her tone caught between sullen and shy. Without preamble, she settled next to Vesper with a deep sigh, ribs rising and falling with great (if feigned) drama. 

Hey, she repeated in a different tone, squinting at her sister's face, you're hurt. What happened? Her own face, normally slack and disinterested, furrowed in worry. She hadn't seen the altercation, and so she assumed the worst.