Lost Creek Hollow underneath the black locust tree

*bats off Valtyr* all dem girls r belong 2 luke. LMAO

Luke was a considerable distance from Mordecai when his howl went up. He had been scouting the area for more recruits and was starting to build a mental map of the surrounding areas. Though his strides were long and quick, by the time he arrived a group had already formed around the soon-to-be alpha. His gaze drifted over each of them. To his surprise and delight, there were two females gathered that he had yet to meet. Newcomers, he presumed. But to even further surprise and delight, he spotted the rust-dipped yearling he was not sure was even still in the area.

The blue-nosed wolf headed straight for him, skidding to a halt and colliding shoulders with the male. He grinned broadly at him as his tail whipped the air. He said nothing, but his expression and excited manner spoke for itself: he was glad to see him here. Luke looked then to Harlyn and Mordecai, dipping his muzzle as he took a seat, before his warm eyes moved to the other faces.