Lost Creek Hollow when the neighbors shout, turn it up some more

I'ma wrap! :D

Bat bobbed her head, unaware that the question wasn't meant rhetorically. "Yeah," she replied, then pressed her lips together at the next question. Finding even one was going to be tough, much less more than one. "Possibly!" she said, deciding to go the optimistic route. "If we can't find any, we'll come up with something else. We won't leave those pups wanting for any playthings. Promise."

Ibis wanted to know where to go about finding these objects. "Follow me," Bat repeated with her most winsome grin, waving a paw and then pivoting to lead the way on this quest. As she went, she couldn't help but observe how happy she felt, helping others out like this. There was nothing personal at stake, yet somehow it was so fulfilling. She made a note of it for the future.