Sawtooth Spire just what i had in mind

The sound of chirps drew Q's attention, reminding her of Frolic. She missed having the otter by her side every waking moment, though she knew he was much safer back at the creek. Besides, some space would do both of them some good. She could focus on establishing herself in this Sagtannet place and catching up with her dear old dad. Meanwhile, the young otter could develop more independence, which he probably needed, even if that thought put a lump in Quell's throat.

She located the source and it turned out to be a wolf in a clearing, creeping toward a pile of rocks. Quell paused and cocked her head, watching the stranger with interest. She then went to force a cough to announce her presence, which also propelled a loud toot out of her backside. Q's eyes widened in surprise and she tried to suppress the urge to laugh, which resulted in several low snorts and a high-pitched hiccup.