Whitefish River but oh dear, we've got to stay

no matter how hard she tried to commit the girl's name to memory, it was far from simple and she'd already forgotten it by the time she spoke again. "nope!" she said quickly, adding, "I haven't met many people either." Dulce and Ever' and now this girl, whatever her name had been. 

brightening, she asked, "wanna help me look for moss? it's real soft and I like the smell - I think it'd be good to sleep on." it smells earthy and much like the river, and though she's only started hollowing out her den beneath a willow, she misses the soft pelts she had with her other family. fat chance of her scoring any of those, however.