Sleepy Fox Hollow By thee, old Capulet, and Montague

A genuine smile broke out over her face at Sif's enthusiasm, and, for the first time in a long time, she felt happiness wash over her, its warm glow filling her nearly to the brim. Wagging her tail, she indulged in a touch of her muzzle to the chocolate girl's shoulder--not nearly as intense as Sif's loving gestures, but just as heartfelt, for how rare she gave touches these days.

"Well, why not," she agreed, nodding her head in affirmation. "We're girlfriends."

What first? God, what first? Snowe had no idea what was first, next, last, or anything in-between. She had been so mindless in her travel south that she hadn't set any goals or expectations for herself. To make plans seemed almost too orderly.

Clearing her throat awkwardly, she responded, "Well, can I meet your--our--other girlfriends? Or you could take me around the valley, like a tour?"