Firefly Glen I believe.

It felt good to give chase. Ciri, practicing control of her urges, resisted the desire to nip at the seal-hunter's hindquarters as he ran. Instead she hung back, focused on her breathing, and reminded herself that she was no longer a child.

Their pace eased, and the swallow followed Chakliux' lead. Hawk eyes sharp, she looked over the snowswept land and lifted her muzzle to inhale through flared nostrils. There was no hint of fox on the Winter breeze, so she pressed on at her companion's heel.

Do you intend to keep his fur? Ciri questioned, genuinely curious.