Lost Creek Hollow underneath the black locust tree

Even Harlyn had to admit that when she, Mordecai, Luke and Andalusia had started on this endeavor, she had not expected the success they'd been blessed with so soon.  It was to her another affirmation from the gods that they were doing exactly as was intended, and there could be no greater thrill to the devout druid than that.  It both bothered and excited her that there were still those in her pack that she had yet to meet, and each day that passed, she hoped to come across them so that she could get to know them, welcome them, and most of all make them feel like they were truly home in the Hollow.

But there was a great deal still to be done that kept her distracted from that ambition.  The borders felt to her to be quite secure, and so she had left that task to the others of her pack who she knew continued to work to strengthen them.  Instead, she took to scouring the Hollow and the fields beyond to begin stockpiling her medicinal herbs.  Winter was coming, and to many in the pack, that meant hunting and making sure the caches were well stocked.  For the healer, it meant making certain she had enough remedies and medicines to keep her family well cared for no matter what befell them during the long cold.

It was during this task that Mordecai's call sounded through the shrouded canopy overhead.  Though she had just discovered a patch of yarrow that she wanted to begin to collect, Harlyn was eager to abandon it to join him.  When she arrived, she did so just in time to see Quill - No, Eshe - and Bhreac greeting the handsome alpha.  Instantly, her posture changed as she approached - no less friendly and welcoming than she ever was, but with pride and confidence in her place amongst them.  She strode past the two females to take her place beside the Ostrega, nosing his cheek in greeting as an equal before looking to the others with a smile and a wag of her tail.