Lost Creek Hollow underneath the black locust tree

More began to share their names and passions and Harlyn was pleased to hear them all. She wanted all of those in her pack to feel welcome to pursue whatever trades their hearts desired. There would always be work they needed done more than others. When it came down to it, there was no denying that a hunter was more vital to the survival of a pack than a storyteller, but Harlyn would always appreciate the value of each. 

The pack began to disperse and Harlyn too decided to head back to work. Turning North, she would eventually slip beyond the borders to do some hunting in the downs that laid at their doorstep.