Moonspear Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got “fine” written all over you.

I don’t think so, she disagreed in a friendly tone, tail wagging. I mean, I’m not opposed to seeing more of the world, she continued in the next breath, eyes gleaming with the weight of an admission which he would never understand, but the mountain has my heart.

He provided an introduction, using the word “vagabond.” Pie’s brows raised, though in an intrigued fashion rather than a skeptical one. Perhaps a dozen questions sprang to mind. She sorted through them, picking and choosing carefully.

I’m Treepie, she said, but you can call me Pie. How does one become extraordinary at vagabonding? she wondered, snowy ears cupping forward.