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

Back and fourth, Reiko's own tail tossed behind her. This young female was so kind, her upbeat attitude was infectious - but it didn't seem to take much for Reiko either to feel that way. 

Certainly. To her, moss sounded like a good idea - but then again, she wondered if Fern knew that once moss dried out, it was hard, crunchy, and not too pleasant to lay on. Something Reiko found out long after she left home and used moss herself as a den bedding for a while... it was hard to keep it moist in the summer months. But! It wasn't her business, perhaps Fern knew something Reiko didn't, she was excited to see so.

Hmm... I don't remember seeing moss anywhere lately... I suspect it would be under a thick forest, on the ground, away from the midday sun. Shall we go deeper into the woods? She hopped around in a 180 spin, ready to depart whenever Fern was.