Lost Creek Hollow where and when along the way

He stopped what he was doing at the feeling of a tongue down his back, and cooed softly. Silas stilled for a beat because of the touch, although wobbled his head around like he was searching once it had left him.

All of his sister's ruckus was well outside of his understanding. His ears, folded up and deaf, were safe from her onslaught for the time being -- but there was a good chance that the first thing he'd ever hear would be her. So, utterly unaware of the depths of her complaints, he resumed his motion, this time trying blindly to head in the direction the lick had come from. But he didn't know where that would be and his directional headings were terrible, so he just wiggled a few inches away.