Lost Creek Hollow but call me home.

Claiming thread, but all welcome :)

From the moment the little band had arrived in the Hollow, they had set to work claiming it for their own.  There was a good deal of terrain to cover, and the wolves thus far had focused mostly on marking the border to the meadow that carpeted their front door.  Harlyn now wandered along the edge of their claim to the East, marking as she went.  Someone had been along before her not too long ago, for hers was not the only scent that was painted across the edge of the trees.  It smelled of Andalusia, but also a bit of Luke and of Mordecai.  She smiled softly to herself as the wonder of what they were doing together struck her.  The dreams she'd always had of her future - it was all happening right now.

Harlyn paused in her work to tilt her head skyward.  For no reason at all except for the sheer excitement of it all, the druid raised her voice to sing of her happiness to whoever wanted to listen.  Certainly her packmates would hear her, but she hoped also that it would serve as a statement to any other wolves in the area that they were there - whether that would be translated as stay away or come join us simply depended on who was listening.