Ocean's Breath Plateau one more time

If Clock had thought that Domi had one mean bone in her body, he was sadly mistaken. Rather than greeting him with contempt or annoyance, she turned with a widespread grin and a Clock!, called at the top of her lungs; had any rabbits decided to stick around, they were probably scurrying off with the rest of the group by now. Domi moved forward to close the distance with an affectionate touch to Clock's shoulder, her tail wagging happily behind her.

I was wondering when I'd see you again, she laughed, then seeing his demeanor, she sucked her teeth and made sure to reassure him. Oh, don't worry about those things. We can track 'em again, together. Hunting was always more fun when there was someone else around to talk to, especially compared with the one-sided conversations she often had with passing shrubs. What have you been up to? Domi asked as nudged for him to follow her down the hill.