Blue shrugged; they were welcome to all the junk food they could handle. She'd never really been one for "munchie food", as Charlie dubbed it. But it was take what one could get, at least until they arrived at their destination.

Dispensing with the pizza--actually tossing the rest of it in the wastebasket--she took several gulps of water, then put the bottle aside and reached for her cell phone. Pulling up the browser, she scooted over a little closer, automatically nestling into the curve of her mate's long body, and held the phone over so he could see the screen with her.

"This is where we're going," she told him, touching the screen to bring up the pictures of Thompson's Falls. "It's really pretty country up there. Just like our mountain." But much bigger. "Owen said there are moose up there, and elk, and bears, and even mountain lions." The thought of crossing paths with one of those large cats brought a little glint to blue eyes.

"And beaver," she added, pulling up a picture of the odd-looking creature. She giggled. "Humans used to make hats out of their fur, a long time ago."