Sleepy Fox Hollow west of the moon

A dubious harrumph was Journey's response to this fantasy; still his words led her along in her own imaginings, and she spent a happy moment picturing what such a life might be like. They would both need wings, of course. Or else, they could live in the trees like squirrels, leaping from branch to branch and visiting the forest floor only seldomly.

"I always knew you must be part squirrel," she decided, bowing back for only a beat before dancing away from him to try and incite a game of chase. But then she whirled to face him with a gasp, as if his 'forgetfulness' was a personal attack. But a moment later, she'd found a way to turn things around once more. "I'll just follow your footsteps," she said loftily, feigning right before trying to dart around him, back in the direction he'd come.