Lost Creek Hollow where summer fades into fall

The gods had been kind to the wolves of the Hollow as a whole. Those that had gathered around them to call this place home had risen magnificently to the challenge of claiming the land and preparing for Winter. They were far from where they needed to be still in preparation for the impending winter, but the Druid had no doubt that they would be ready when it came. 

Harlyn smiled softly into the cool, misty air as she wandered quietly along. It was her confidence in their ability that made her feel comfortable taking a break from her work for a little while to simply enjoy their new home. She took in a deep breath to taste the air, which is when she caught her co-alpha's scent. Turning her steps, she sought him out. She could never pass up the opportunity to spend some time with him, even if she didn't have any business to discuss.

"Why hello, Mr. Ostrega," Harlyn said with a smile as she strode to his side. She bumped her shoulder lightly against his, her ears slipping back demurely as her tail wagged softly at her haunches.