Spotted Eagle Mountain ein sturm brecht an

Sphyra let out a high-pitched yelp as she crashed into the prickly bushes. Crackle's familiar voice echoed her sister's name again, but this time Sphyra was too busy getting out of the bushes. It was mostly her butt that had gotten a few sharp thorns in it, so once she managed to wriggle herself to her feet, it didn't hurt very much. Not until she had to move, anyway.

As Crackle arrived at the ditch and started nosing her — finally using her own name — Sphyra pushed his head away with her shoulder as she said, What does it look like, Crackle?! Get out of my way! And then she tried to climb back up the not-very-challenging slope, past her brother, though every step hurt a little. Sphyra realised, much to her annoyance, that she might need some help with those thorns in her butt.