This is a continuation from last week, still from War’s End. End of the war, maybe, but not of the complications it has caused! Coralie is able to hear the others who were with her on the ship, but the jungle is too dense for her to see them, or even to be sure of the direction of their voices.
Kelty sounded disgusted. “I’m hung up in a tree.”
If Kelty couldn’t move from wherever he was, they’d better try to find him. “Bounce,” Coralie said, “find Kelty.”She held the image of Kelty in her mind as she spoke, hoping the dog wold be able to lead her to the pilot.
The little dog turned in place, nose high.