Sleepy Fox Hollow west of the moon

Journey had often been teased about how she was always go-go-go but never really got anywhere — it was a consequence, she thought, of being so very small. It made her feel as though she had a lot of ground to cover, and a lot of space to take up but not much mass to do it with. "You'd better keep up," she said in tones of false severity; "or you're gonna get lost again."

But she slowed enough to be sure he was coming along before putting her nose to the ground to cement his scent in her mind's eye. "You think I can't tell your scent from everyone else's?" she asked him, adding a huffy, "Ya doof," under her breath. "How long ago did you see this tree, anyway? We haven't been apart all that long, so everything should still be fresh." Unless he'd double-crossed over some rivers.

Damn! Then she would really be lost.

"Or you could just think really, really hard, and just show me," she added, peeking back at him to see if he might cave.