Hushed Willows Back where I belong

None of them called out to the pups, so Spur nudged Pippin with her elbow and slunk from the rocky terrain just outside The Crook to a stretch of trees beyond. Although there were no leaves on the trees, they nonetheless slipped out of view, with Larkspur leading her brother to crouch among the roots of a stripped willow tree. She sighed as she leaned back against the trunk.

"I miss home," she said to him in a small, sad voice. "Remember the creek?" The hollow had been named for it. It had been Spur's favorite feature. Although she didn't hate this place on principle or anything as petty as that, Larkspur somehow doubted there was something similar around here.