Lost Creek Hollow and this piece of ground is a homestead now

She stood on the edge, where Lost Creek Hollow met the vast expanse of unclaimed land. The howls of her packmates rang through the air, ushered by Mordecai and carried by every voice who had come to call this forest home. They had multiplied from their quartet to a number strong in a matter of weeks. Their start was everything a wolf could hope for, and warm satisfaction sank deep in Andalusia's chest.

The Ostrega had no way to say how long she would call Lost Creek Hollow home. Life was unpredictable. But until it dealt her another curveball, she saw her future here, with Mordecai and Harlyn, to see their vision through to fruition. So with the echo of her packmates' song on the evening air, Andalusia lifted her voice alongside theirs to give another count to their claim.