Lost Creek Hollow a b c d e f g wash those june bugs off of me

I don't know if Stevie's gonna join in yet or not, but I couldn't resist haha.

A howl roused him that afternoon, stirring him from where he lied entwined with Harlyn.  The duo had been tucked away in some glen where he had initially bedded down for a nap, and she had come to follow naturally.  It was easy to take advantage of the cooling weather, though the warmth of the late summer's ebb into autumn mingled easily with the humidity.

Absently, he had risen and set off with a raucous mess of noise, hoping that in his abrupt departure he would leave Harlyn behind as a game.  As the hollow became increasingly familiar to him, it was easy to make good time towards the border.  And there he found Luke easily; with him however, was a wolf of some unknown origin.  Mordecai's approach slowed to a gentle lope, and with a glance behind him to see if he could pinpoint Harlyn charging after him, he soon came to rest nearby of the duo along the borders.

There were no words exchanged just yet, instead the cant of his head did all the talking necessary.  He was curious, but had the notion of why he had been summoned to the borders; his eyes scanned over the hopeful she-wolf as he waited.