Sun Mote Copse And played that Stevie Wonder song a couple thousand times

The trail led her all the way to the river, where she lost it. Wildfire stood beside the water a long moment, then turned back toward the trees to try a different lead. She was nearing the center of the woods again when Kiwi approached, quiet as a church mouse. The would-be sovereign paused and grinned at her daughter, black tail waving. She nodded in answer to Kiwi's silent question, thrilling at the opportunity to hunt side-by-side with her.

That reminded her: there was something she wanted to ask the young woman, though it could wait until they'd caught something to eat. Wildfire kicked out a foreleg as if to say, "Take point?"