Lost Creek Hollow i hear the hungry ghosts calling out in the night

Root hears the call and, as she immediately turns to run toward, falls on her face. She staggers to get up onto all fours, face covered in snow, and she begins a more careful trek to her leader. There’s concerned laced in her features, along with snow covering one side of her face she hasn’t shaken off, and she picks up her speed to a steady lope until she’s closer.

They hadn’t all been together since their last hunt but things had been quiet lately, even for her, and she started to feel guilty the closer she became to the group of wolves. She isn’t the first here but there are a face or two she doesn’t recognize. Her new friend—the fluffy one—stands nearby but she moves to stand next to Lagon and her sister, squeezing in between the two to enjoy their combined warmth while she waits for the rest of the wolves to come together.