Porcupine Ridge Dreaming of Spring

A month! This made Diane feel less intimidated by the situation as a whole. She didn't feel so out of place being new herself. "Oh, I've only been here a few suns—a week, maybe," she offered, realizing that she hadn't been paying very close attention to the passage of time. Even in the lonely moments, she had tried not to do any counting or recall how long ago it had been since Tagg had found her.

"Did you come from far away?" The line of questioning was dangerous, if only because it could be turned back on her; and Diane never felt very much like talking about her birthplace. Sometimes she forgot about the tragedy that had been bestowed upon it, but that was just her consciousness blocking it from her active memory. When she was sleeping, the memories came falling in—more powerful than the event itself. 

She crossed a scent just then, not recognizing that it was the signature smell of a raccoon. Her tail picked up, waving. "I think I got something," she said, motioning for Illea to join her.