[Flopping back down on one of the big logs dragged there as seats, Heather lifts her hand to her mouth and lets out a short, sharp whistle. Cujo hadn't wandered, but he'd been snuffling at the remains of an abandoned Styrofoam container. He leaps to attention at the sound and comes wagging over to her.]
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All right, Cooj.
[She points at the little pile of wood.]
Ember!