Lost Creek Hollow am i making you feel sick?

She was sopping with mud, pretty sure she had a crawfish in her neck fur, but she was determined, and she slopped behind Sparrow as he ran for ma. She kept her head on swivel at the new voice, her fur trying to spike but well.

Mud masks were supposed to be good for the skin, right?

We came to help, ma! Phoebe’s mud soaked tail wagged a few times, her grin toothy and perhaps the only part of her not stained brown.

Who's that? She tried to whisper to her brother, but Phoebe’s whisper was someone else’s talking.