Blackfeather Woods i've got elastic bands keeping my shoes on

It wasn't often she cried over a change in surroundings, but it wasn't often a brother seemed to flail and flail with a following squeak or two. The sudden action around her made her forget whatever task had been at hand (perhaps to feed some more or rest upon a non-flailing brother) as she cried a protest that was far too feeble to be counted as protest.

The pitiful cry died out into a small whine before she fell silent again, limbs moving to try and find something familiar. Something had to comfort her.