Cricket Creek Bog the monkey and the toucan were there

@Vasa, but anyone is welcome! 

It had been ten days since her sister had left, and while initially, Bat had stubbornly refused to go -- loyalty to family and all that -- the idea had lingered in the back of her mind, itching her like a thorn stuck in her coat.  She had never been apart from her parents before, and the uncertainty of such a thing was a little scary.  But at the same time, it was that very uncertainty that appealed to the bold and adventurous yearling.  It wasn't enough to simply explore around their home anymore.  She'd been there, done that enough times now that it was actually getting pretty damn boring.  Mom and Dad were creatures of routine, and the wild-hearted Bat was tired of the "same shit, different day" sort of life.  

So in the days after Vasa's departure, Bateleur stewed on it.  She didn't really want to leave home, but she really kinda did.  

And so finally, she just...did.

She couldn't remember where Vasa said she was going, and even if she did, she certainly wouldn't have had any idea how to get there.  Mom and Dad had mentioned something, but you know how a teenager's memory is.  In one ear and out the other.  They did give her some directions which turned out to be pretty helpful, but Bat's dumb ass still ended up lost more times than she could count.  Nevertheless, she ended up fumbling her way into the general vicinity of her birthplace (not that she really remembered it much).  There was a literal freaking ocean of scents mixed all together around the place, and if Vasa's was in there somewhere, it was drowned out by all the other olfactory voices clamoring for attention.  Good freaking grief, she thought to herself as she sat down and looked around with frustration.  There's a heck of a lot of wolves around here.  I better watch my ass.