Across the farm and up to the green lane and Kiffer came too. It was late and the light was falling out of the day and stars were beginning to shine. The sky was a velvet blue and in the lane the branches of the thorn trees were like sharp bars.
We did not go far, though Kiffer wanted to go on to the top of the hill. This is the time of foxes and badgers and it was Kiffer's first time away from the house. Coming back down the hill she lingered in the lane and made deamon eyes in the dark behind Pixie.