Lost Creek Hollow (Border) When God is gone

It was a warm morning, and Luke had risen early. He made his way down to one of the meandering streams, and waded in. He lowered himself into the water, until only his spine and head remain above water, and here he stay, relishing in the cool touch. He would have stayed longer, but a strange scent passed through the trees and reached his blue nose, and at this he rose with ears erect. There had been a lot of new faces around their borders, and it would seem they had another. He spared no time; the prospect of another recruit to add to their roster spurred his paws to move quick.

He spotted a white female, but as he drew near he knitted his brows briefly, as he thought he detected fresh pack scent upon her. His tail waved as he approached. "Hey there," he greeted. "You looking for a home?" Well, he could be mistaken after all.