Sleepy Fox Hollow For the Love of All Things Holy

Once more, Luke's exploration had found him descending into a hollow for a reprise from the height of the mountain slopes and ridges. If he had not been so driven to check out the various territories that made up the collective, or if he had not been up on the slopes for other business, the blue-nosed wolf would not have left the lower wilds. He could not deny the views and understood the appeal it had for others, but it was not for him.

No sooner did he enter the hollow did his ears swing forward to better catch the sound of barking, and curious as always his steps quickened to see what the fuss was over. In moments, Luke found another male barking up a tree, and his gaze swept up the trunk to the branches where it found the antagonists: a couple of squirrels. He chuckled softly as the impudent rodents stared down at the wolves. "Little buggers, eh?" he commented, tail swaying back and forth in his typical friendly fashion.