Firefly Glen she traveled this road as a child

Angel yelped and spun toward the sound of another's voice, startled. She was surprised to see a girl close in age to her, dark and yellow-eyed and faintly familiar. Had they met?

"It's slippery!" she defended herself, her tail wagging in embarrassment amusement. "I just wanted a bit of bark — but I suppose it's not the season for it. I'm not much of an herbalist."

She squinted at the stranger. Then —

"Dreama?" she asked, surprised. "Dreama Morningside?"

They'd both been much younger when they met, still whippy and only mostly grown. It was strange to see her now, as a woman. It made Angel feel a bit older, a bit more worldly. If Dreamgirl looked like a woman, surely she did, too?