Valley of Gold Hear Santa Monica, I swear it's calling me

Foxglove grinned at that. Oh, all the time, she told him, her tail swishing faster behind her now. Hey, wanna see somethin' cool? I found a real big rock over that way. It kinda looks like a chicken. A big-ass grey chicken.

Her mama liked chickens. The memory sobered her a bit, but only for a moment; it showed as the briefest flicker of something like sadness behind her dark eyes, in the way the corners of her mouth pulled down for a second. Then the moment passed, and she pushed it aside, turning with a look tossed over her shoulder to see if Tuck meant to follow.