Giggle was feeling a curious mixture of confusion, bewilderment, amusement, and slight relief, if you wanted to call it that. She seemed intent on ignoring anything he said, and he vaguely wondered if anything he said would register; he didn't want to experiment, though. She repeated that funny phrase- three eyes- and the coyote didn't say anything in reply, instead watching the snow fall, trying to pick out the individual clusters. 'If I had a third eye, where would it be?' he mumbled. The unfortunate hybrid didn't have time to think on that long, because Talitha suddenly exclaimed 'race ya!'
For a minute he didn't respond. Then, it suddenly registered what she'd said and what she'd meant- and he jumped up, looking about him for a moment to ensure nobody was watching before tearing off after her. He loped behind her, fast but not fast enough to catch up to her. Giggle realised quite suddenly he had no idea where they were going, and called out to the shepherd-colored girl: 'Where-- are we -- headed?'