Sun Mote Copse so rested he by the tumtum tree

When he spoke, Elfie sounded as if his throat had been scraped raw. Sugar looked at him sharply, observing the gash on his face, and her lips pulled downward into a frown. She didn't like her older cousin very much and she imagined Bronco didn't either, though there was already a sense of camaraderie springing up between the three of them because of their shared experience just now. And though she might not care for him personally, there was no stopping the budding caretaker within the pack's smallest member.

"I'm okay," she assured the concerned Bronco, who proposed they move out of the affected area. "Okay," Sugar repeated, her focus still on Elfie's wound. "I'll clean that for you," she offered, slowly standing. Her legs felt a little wobbly still, though she managed to stay upright. She was very ready to get moving, especially when another tremor throbbed through the sopping wet ground beneath her feet.