Lost Creek Hollow when the earth holds still

sorry if this is a bit rocky, i totally jacked up my hand last night so typing is kind of a weird experience right now lel

While there had been many hopeful dispersals at their doorstep, few would have known to call him.  It roused him from the den and quietly so, as not to wake neither his mate nor their children within.  He was gone before he knew whether or not he was successful (and perhaps that was for the better) and made his way out towards the fringes of the territory they had claimed.  Snowfall slowed him in places, but for the most part like the winding trails of the woodland, they forged and carved their way through the accumulated scenery of winter.  He missed his mark as to where the caller would have been, but moving along the borders came a bit easier and in due time, he knew he would find the source of the summons.

And find her he did, perhaps no more than a few minutes after reaching the wandering division between what was theirs and what wasn't; the sight of Andalusia through the thinning forestry sent him forth to cut the distance between them.  He woofed once to draw her attention, though he had hardly taken the time to consider how drastically his own had changed.  But seeing her meant that she had come back to them and so happily was the only way he could seek to greet his niece.