Lost Creek Hollow and this piece of ground is a homestead now

Again, he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar - though more literally, as he had been trying to dig out another warren of some sort, and his large paws had been inserted elbow-deep in to the soil. When the hubub began, Riordan was preoccupied with the earthy musk around him, and the overwhelming aroma of fox; however, as the song slid in to his awareness, he gave up his pursuit of the pests and lifted his head. At first he was just going to listen. The sound of foreign wolves - and a few known ones - gradually filled the air, and it took concentration not to give in to the desire to join with their chorus. Riordan did give in eventually, lifting his head a little further and baying at the sky - transitioning in to a croon that joined with those around the hollow.