Lost Creek Hollow baby please come home.

He chuckled with her. Indeed, if he had been up to something that did not involve fish or the water, it would likely seem a bit odd. Likewise, it would not have been like Harlyn to not try to bring home any strays she had met on her travels. "Of course you tried to adopt them," he mused as he stuck out his blue tongue. "Hopefully some of them will show up." Their pack numbers had dwindled since their founding, though the optimistic Luke was not concerned at this time. "I mean, who could resist your company?" He grinned as he stepped in to rub his cheek and muzzle against her shoulder.