Lost Creek Hollow hold on to your heart.

Since Riordan has poofed, anyone else want to join me?  I don't mind forward dating!

Harlyn heard him long before she saw him.  Someone was crashing through the woods, recklessly, and far faster than anyone should ever being going in a thickly wooded area.  She looked up from the water's edge and peered into the distance, listening intently and waiting.  When finally she spotted him, she had to dive to the side to narrowly avoid him crashing right into her.

By the time the altercation was over, Harlyn was drenched in water and the racing packmate had raced right away.  The druid's eyes were wide and staring off after him.  She considered chasing him down, but he was moving at such breakneck speed that she doubted she could catch up with him.  She stepped up onto dry land and shook her pelt hard, sending drops of water flying all over.  With a pout, she realized that her quarry had probably made a run for it in her moment of distraction.  Well, it was probably time to get back to work anyway...