Lost Creek Hollow We're so Starving

Sherlock had finally taken care of himself and a few days later he was healthy. It was almost like he hadn't even had a sickness. A smile had always been placed on his face and it made his bright baby blue eyes shine with what looked like joy. He moved from what he called a home and made his way to find another wolf to talk to. He wanted to meet the rest of the pack very badly and had been like a pup going the first time outside of the birthing den. Every bone in his body had been itching to find someone new.

He had taken good care of himself and now looked like a brand new toy. He had caught a scent of someone other than the two wolves he had already met and followed it. He was very focused to find this wolf.

Luke was roaming around the hollow, checking on the caches and planning out possible new locations. He was not aware he was being followed, until a bird flew over his head squawking and he turned around to follow its flight. It was then that he noticed one of the pack's newest members, a yearling male, traipsing along the same trail as he. "Hey!" he called out, his tail waving. "What are you up to?" Luke canted his head curiously. It did not bother him at all to think he was being followed; rather he was glad for the company.