Lost Creek Hollow but call me home.

Acting as though this is Quill's first go here!

New to these Valleys, and so curious to know them, the dispersal wolf was intrigued upon hearing the call of another. It was the hint of a claim, and Quill was no longer inclined to endure what wolves without packs would. Food was harder to come by, and although it was soon Summer, Fall would be upon them and then with its impossible quickness, Winter. The lone agouti woman felt it better to find wolves she'd prefer in her company now than later when she had nothing to offer but her bones.

Quill lifted her head, howling in return, the note low in pitch, wondering if she could join them in the depths of the Hollow she lurked outside of. Her tail was still behind her, ears flat against her head; she knew the answer could be know, and if that were the case she would run.