Sleepy Fox Hollow west of the moon

In their youth, such retorts might've gotten Journey riled up all over again. Age had tempered these sort of reactions somewhat, so that she was able to zip her mouth shut and blink innocently at her brother, the picture of cooperation and good behavior. She really wanted to see this tree, mostly so that she could try climbing it.

"We should try and find Aunt Dawn," she said to her brother as she followed in his shadow, occasionally hopping from pawprint to pawprint in his wake. "Everyone speaks so well of her — and I bet she's got little babies we could poke at." Babies were one of Journey's favorite things. "And she should be the easiest, since Valiant says she had her own pack, last he saw her."