Moonspear ride like a maniac into the light

I can’t remember ever being that small, she says, part of her in disbelief that she could ever have been such a helpless being. Their eyes had just opened — certainly, she must have gone through the same stages, but it was remarkable to her how little she could recall.

She moved downstream from where her mother drank (no dirty paw water for miss Hydra), and noted how much cooler she felt once her feet were in the water.

I’ve missed you, she admits without hesitation. I was was worried, I don’t know, that the new kids would replace me. But the expression on her face showed that she knew now this wasn’t the case. Now, I just want to meet them. Will they be walking yet, when I get to?