Sleepy Fox Hollow Hills and valleys.

Anselm had expected the direction of the cache would be clue enough for their newcomer, but she proved otherwise. He rounded upon Raindrop with a bristle. You have a nose, yes? Vell. Use it.

Anselm was irritated his family left. He was irritated he had no friends. And now he was irritated he had to play babysitter to an overgrown pup with a melon for a nose.

Nearby Etienne tilled the frost-hardened soil. Anselm could hear him pause. Was he eavesdropping too?

An adolescent flare of anger took the boy; with a grunt he strode past Raindrop and into the woods beyond the hollow's keep.