t rock off  ankle, a greenstick fracture, t flopped at a sickening angle ep and lost consciousness as ruggled up to tunnel, urned and to ted t;Is anyone else alive?quot;

    quot;I dont t; I said.

    S, t difficult part involved t of tself, and C t moment, I o one anot of our oe miseries. Exed,  to do or say or t one last gasp like a dying dragon.

    Spent and confused by grief, ed for nig t t o it migo investigate. Lucted t of lig, a small fire burning doreeline. itation or discussion, to. Alt t belong to strangers,  ter, in to find iously over t  to stay out of t, someend her wounds.

    treetops and s by Béka. ions, just grunted like an old bear at our questions before so be alone. Onions and Speck crafted a splint for C up , and t to  to surned mucer er. e sat and stared at t from our ing for to rise. In t he dead. Ragno and Zanzara were as gone as Kivi and Blomma and Igel.

    In place of t glole rain cratled. Only tle from a lonesome bird marked time. Around midday, a fierce yell of pain punctuated tillness. Co  silence il Speck took eadfastness to be quiet. t of us looked a one anoto count to believe it.