Firefly Glen she traveled this road as a child

Dreama's ears perked forward at the words that were not very nice. She followed them curiosity digging at her heals. Yellow eyes blinking as she stepped through the willows. Taking a  deep breath of their earthy scent. She could hear water nearby, only a trickle as a lot of it was icing over on and off. 

Dreama chuckled as she neared. such language. What did the poor branch do to catch your ire?