Sleepy Fox Hollow west of the moon

For Journey, it was as simple as employing her flawed and spotty mental map. Valiant had said they were a little over a week east of Whitebark Stream at Round Valley. They'd travelled... well, back and forth a lot. It was going to take a lot of creative math and squinting at the clouds to figure out how many days away they ought to be now — and in which direction!

Journey did not know that Valiant had taken a rather roundabout route himself and thus, had made some miscalculations of his own.

"But remember — don't ask about her babies," Journey warned. "If she has any, she'll probably tell us right away. And if she doesn't... she probably doesn't wanna talk about it." She was speaking from experience; Sunspot had failed to produce a viable litter this year, and had been extremely touchy about the topic. She'd apologized later for her outburst and quietly explained that a woman's fertility was a wonderous but delicate thing; when it stopped working, that sort of wound could be quite painful.

That, and she'd once overheard Easy telling Aunt Spot about how her last litter had disappeared.

"Do you think mom will ever find a new mate?" she asked, thinking about how badly they'd all been hurt when Papa died.