Lost Creek Hollow The Sharpest Lives

 For the record, desk jobs are not always as cushy as they seem -____-

Harlyn was never too far from the Hollow those days.  She was beginning to feel more confident as their border markings grew more pronounced.  Soon enough they would fall into a more comfortable routine - wardens and leadership keeping the borders protected, the gamekeepers would hunt and begin stockpiling stores for the Winter months, and the rest would go about their business doing what they could for the well-being of the pack and enjoying their new lives together.

The druid gave a happy sigh when she thought about it as she walked along the borders.  Her thoughts were interrupted by a howl that at first made her heart leap with pleasure, but soon enough her excitement faded into calm for there was a note of seriousness on Mordecai's tone.  She kicked up her heels into a quick canter that eventually brought her across his path.  She lifted her head slightly as she approached, spotting the stranger.  A male, young, and with a touch of sickness on his breath.  She touched her nose briefly against the base of Mordecai's ear before regarding the yearling with a serious gaze.

"What have we here?" Harlyn murmured, her face finally breaking into a gentle smile.