Lost Creek Hollow it was not meant that we should voyage far.

Although the other girl was obviously not quite as charmed as Sif was, she still closed a bit more of the distance between them. Sif gave a childish little skip and wagged her tail harder in encouragement, her youth showing in her exuberance. Making new friends was so fun and so easy - she loved being big enough to hold her own, and able enough to make even these tiny little conversations.

Her ears stood up straight at the sound of the other's stilted words. Was there another wolf who spoke the common tongue as poorly as she? In her excitement over this prospect, she nearly missed the intent of the girl's words. But, after a moment of thought, she was able to respond, "No," with a tiny shake of her head. She tipped her muzzle toward the distant range of mountains that nestled Sleepy Fox Hollow in their spine. "Mauntun," she explained, tail giving a more gentle whisk. "You? Live near?"