Dawn Treader Valley Fisher, Fisher where are you.

Fine! Frolic lied without missing a beat, her voice pitched higher than usual.

She took a moment to breathe, calm her racing heart and gather her wits. She licked her lips and continued gazing at Rodyn, the resemblance to Otto sending a shiver down her striped spine. It also had another, unexpected effect, one that came on abruptly and entirely negated the response she’d just given.

Without warning, the yearling not only burst into tears but great, gasping sobs that sent her rocking back and forth on her black heels. Frolic sat down suddenly and hard, a dark fist curling and pressing to her mouth as if she could do anything to stifle the noises wrenching loose from inside her.