She said, "We can go to yours / Do you have a bed frame? / Does it have a headboard?"

Cyan eyes cut to the side as a young brute approached, offering insight as to the behavior of the stupid herbivores. Peeling from the underbrush came Dundee, stalking stiff legged with a snarl on his pointy muzzle. The tasmanian devil placed himself between Star and the boy, clearly intent on causing physical harm if the wolf even tried to touch his mistress. A word uttered in Greek soothed the little creature enough that he stopped snarling, but he certainly didn't stop sneering. Dundee took his duty as her defender very seriously.

A gentle breeze ruffled the rich green grasses, thankfully pushing the stench of the bison away and bringing with it the scent of sweet grass and fresh flowers. Star backed away from the stream and into a patch of shade beneath one large tree. "Do you live in this place?" She was talking about the valley itself, but if the boy wanted to offer information on where he belonged to, Star would listen. In the meantime, she continued to scan her surroundings, looking for anything that might be useful knowledge, be it herbs, animals, hiding places, paths... you name it.

"Starchild Dunamis"