Frostfire Ridge Alone on that Mountain

The more Weetzie talked, the more Celephais realized that he reminded her of a particularly emotionless wolf from Shady Vale. That guy had been a real wanker when it came to being brutally honest abut everything, but he spoke in the same clinical fashion that Weetzie employed. So while everything the coywolf said was pleasant, if rather formal, she couldn't help the chill that stole through the center of her being at the memory of someone from her homeland.

Maybe that was why she chirped, "Celephais!" a little too quickly, and immediately followed it up with, "I'll keep an eye out for you, don'tcha worry! But I better be going, lots of ground to cover if I'm gonna find her!" She shook her tail a few times, woodenly, like putting on a show, and gave him her best grin, though there was something amiss in her eyes. "See ya, Weetzie dude!" she said brightly, too brightly, and then she turned on her heel and trotted away before further memories of Shady Vale could chill her further.

She forgot to promise not to tell his sister that she'd called him a rabbit. Honestly, she wouldn't remember anyway.