Haunted Wood be strong sweet little one

She didn't know quite what a wolverine was, but it sounded similar to "wolf," and her upper lip curled back in thinking that her sister had befallen some foe. Nevertheless, Vesper was here and safe, if bleeding, and Blueberry merely nodded, finding no input to add to this scenario.

Of course, then Vesper weighed in on her own mindset. Another deep sigh, then. . . I hate it here, she admitted, voice dull. I hate everything. Mom just lays around all day, dad doesn't talk much, and I don't know anybody else here besides them and you.

And Peregrine, sure. . .but she'd never been close to her older brother, and he'd been withdrawn, anyway. 

I wanna go back to the island, Blueberry added. She grew somewhat wistful at the thought. It was pretty, and everyone was happy.

Instead, their parents had dragged them here, and there was apparently no going back.