Lost Creek Hollow high highs and low lows

The Hollow, was it? It might have been attractive to some to take advantage of this child's naïvety, but Dulce knew that where there was one, there were many, and she didn't want to be their target. Instead of playing along, she quickly corrected her companion, No; I'm only visiting. Ibis -- the name served as a sober reminder of Dulce's own childhood friend and how far she'd come since her own youth.

Nonetheless, she was glad to hear that she'd come near the end of the winter. She was unsure as to where the temperature might dare to drift from here, and while she wished to have a more definite answer, little Ibbi's speculation what she had to hold onto. This is where you live, right? She picked up one paw and sat it atop the other as she waited for Ibbi's reply.