Lost Creek Hollow underneath the black locust tree

i have no idea what i'm doing; i guess this is claiming thread #2 aka let's get semi-acquainted and get shit done yeah.

tagging: @Luke @Viggo @Harlyn @Riordan @Andalusia @Arabella @Eshe @Bhreac @Valtýr

Their ranks had steadily grown in the days that came to pass.  The world beyond the sprawl of the mountains to their west may as well have been long forgotten by that point — though truly, it wasn't — and the swell of the warm summer day was nearing its peak.  Mordecai had pulled back from the patrol of the borders, confident in their numbers and bodies to maintain it.  It gave him time to explore the intricacies within the hollow that he had previously passed by.  It was a respectable woodland at first glance, lush and dense.  But it was not without breaks in the canopy and overgrowth of its own.  Truly he began to see what Harlyn saw in the territory, and the potentials therein inspired him to discover what secrets it may have had.

As he neared the rushing waters of the the falls, his gaze was drawn upward by the climb that was there.  Of all the things locked away in the region around him, a waterfall was one particular feature he had scarcely seen.  Sure, the rivers rushed off edges in the terrain here and there, but where this particular water source came from baffled him as much as it did intrigue.  Still, he hadn't come there to explore where such a mysterious feature spouted from.  Mordecai was curious of the wolves that had come to join their original band of four, and with his muzzle reaching skyward away from the falls themselves, he rallied the wolves to him.

william elliott whitmore — field song