Lost Creek Hollow but call me home.

Andalusia was near when Harlyn lifted her melody to the air. The power of the single note stopped her in her own contribution to claiming the Hollow, and she inclined her ear to consider. She was not close enough to see the dark woman, but she didn't need to see in order to catch the clear resonance of excitement and expectation. The chorus drove deep into Andalusia and set her veins on veins.

A buzz with new energy, she couldn't control herself. A laugh bounced from her throat, giddy with the overflow of her own excitement. Rarely did she let herself go like this, but the moment sparked in her a joy she couldn't ignore. These wolves were her home now, and would remain so for as long as the Hollow stood. Harlyn's lone voice called for celebration, and Andalusia tilted her head to the sky to join her own delight to the fullness of Harlyn's, unabashed.