I softly growled and looked down at Peter as we stood at a crossroad.

"Where now genius?" Peter thumped as paw on the ground.

"Let me think, let me think." I sat down, amused by his aggravation.

"Left." A voice twittered above me. "Left." I looked up at the sparrow.

"Hi, I'm Pure." I said as I sat up. The sparrow fluttered over to me and landed on a low hanging tree branch.

"Isabelle." I stood up.

"You know which way to go?"  Isabelle nodded her head and fluttered onto my shoulder.

"Yes." I looked at Peter.

"Peter, got directions." Peter gave a relived sigh.

"Good, because none of this is familiar to me." Peter said as he hopped into the satchel.

"I thought you hated the satchel." I mewed. Peter twitched his nose.

"When we aren't being chased, it's comfortable ." I rolled my eyes.

"Of course it is. When there's no immediate danger."