Lost Creek Hollow baby please come home.

Though her little adventure away from the Hollow hadn't been the least bit stressful for the druid, she still felt a wave of relief wash over her upon stepping into the shade of the trees. Harlyn smiled to herself as she strode into the shady quiet of her home. Silently, the greeted the wood and thanked the gods for a safe trip. Unfortunately, the agitation she had set out to deter had not subsided. if anything, it had grown steadily stronger. Harlyn was thankful nonetheless, humbly accepting that it was her mistake to think the excursion would calm her, not that the gods had been cruel by not giving her the relief she sought. She would have to try something else - perhaps a pack hunt or a good "workout" with her co-alpha.

...or maybe a bit of fun? Harlyn paused as she came across the scent of @Luke in the air and on the underbrush. It was fresh enough to suggest he hadn't passed by too long ago, and so Harlyn gave a short, tentative howl for him before following his trail, her tail wagging eagerly at just the thought of seeing him.