Lost Creek Hollow cause the best part is falling.

Harlyn settled down upon her haunches to take in the sight.  Soon enough she was imagining what the place was like during the day and picturing herself and her packmates wading about in the waters of one of the wider pools.  Obviously they would keep their distance from the edge, for she suspected after the fourth shelf was when the land gave away to fall to the deep valley below.  The water didn't seem to be in too big a hurry to fall though, for the pools themselves seemed steady and slow moving as much of the waterways were in the Hollow.

Her musing was interrupted then by the sound of approaching paws, and when Harlyn turned to look, she half expected to see Luke joining her.  The alabaster male seemed to be a regular fixture at her side now that they were settling this territory they'd discovered together, and it was strange for the briefest of moments to realize it was not him.  The feeling was replaced soon enough with joy as Harlyn saw who it was instead, and the pit of her stomach fluttered in that familiar way it did whenever she spied his handsome face.

The druid pondered his words for a brief moment before she responded.  "I don't think we were meant to find it yet," Harlyn replied thoughtfully.  The pair of them were just setting out then, ready for adventure and discovery.  This was the place they were meant to stay and spend the rest of their days - back then, they weren't quite ready to settle.  Back then, they hadn't even realized what they felt for each other..  Or, she hadn't at least.