Sun Mote Copse broken bottles arranged to make tea

Primrose's scream was close enough that Phox winced. Or maybe it was loud enough that he did so. Honestly, it was probably a little bit of both. What he found was Primrose and one of the newer recruits he didn't know well. What was his name? Ray? Phox didn't know, and he certainly didn't care right now.

He was trying to soothe the boy, but Phox had a feeling it wouldn't be that easy. With a heavy sigh, he pulled close to his son's side, tongue licking the boy's cheek. What happened, Prim? he asked. For the most part, Phox ignored the other wolf, hoping he'd get the message: I'll take care of it.