Kintla Flatlands I hear my home callin'

posting from my phone, so please excuse typos!

Fox pouted when he called her humor imbecilic. She felt like those who didn't get it probably didn't get her. Granted, Perry was more forgiving than most when it came to chatting with her. She found that strange, considering the circumstances under which they had met, but she was pleased with it anyway. Besides, she was in some special club for being his friend. Fox felt like she should get a gold star or something.

“I gotta run, Big Weenie,” she said, glancing back at the pack she'd have to skip testing today. Fox's wandering legs had taken her too far off course to go there before returning home. “Keep up the good patrol work.” Feeling Swiftcurrent Creek tugging at her, the yearling made her way toward home.