Lost Creek Hollow (Border) When God is gone

@Luke
The grey vestige of dawn hung across the morning sky, banners of gold and wreaths of red cloud strewn haphazardly. This new place, Sonder surmised, was an area of great physical beauty. This small area was known as Lost Creek Hollow and indeed, even from her high vantage point, the silver going of a small river was just barely visible.


She was scouting around the moment, looking for herbs and places to store collected herbs. She had yet to prove herself to her new pack and she was trying her hardest to prove herself worthy of a higher rank. 
She had yet to meander down into the hollow, following the twisting paths worn down the hill and searching through the area, memorising the lay of the land. The hollow had the scent of a pack, not yet finalised and she was unsure if they had settled down. So she paused on the precipice of the border, waiting.