Chapter 3, Page 10

EDGE: The scent of a camp or dwelling is this way.
EDGE: Even if it is not your father's RV, it is a start.
TWIRLS: Thank you...

PREENY: Wanna bite of my breakfast bar? I have-
PREENY: Oop--!

PREENY: HISSSS
TWIRLS: HHSSSK
EDGE: Children, you need not fear the grounded feathers.

EDGE: As long as you don't step on the sharp quills, you will be fine.
EDGE: They are "dead."

DOTS: Nnuhh...

EDGE: Your sister wakes.
DOTS: Daddy? Wh-Where are we..?
TWIRLS: Dots! You're on a big dog but you're safe!! She's helping us find dad.
DOTS: Oh...
PREENY: She's okay!