-Jester climbs into a tree and lays next to you, her littermate.- I'm glad we are both climb-dogs. We can stay in trees alone together and no other dog would be able to climb up the trees to disturb us. -You nodded your agreement- Breeze: -She put her paws on the tree you were both in and looked up at you 2- Come down. Whisper is dead and we are having a burial ceremony.... -Jester gasped in surprise- What? WHISPER, MY BESTIE IS DEAD?! Breeze: yes... -You and jester climbed down the tree-