Lost Creek Hollow steam rising from the belly of the beast

Luke pursed his lips, refraining from comment. They should not have needed a reason to be more watchful of the borders; he should not have had the reason. His live in the moment attitude had come at the cost of preparedness, he thought so little of the future he did not even consider that their quiet home or one of their members might the be target for an attack. An attack he did not think was isolated.

Mordecai shifted the subject, and the blue-nosed wolf gave a shake of his head. "I have not spoken with them nor seen them in some time," he admitted, and instantly, he felt that he had missed another mark. As an outrider, he should be more aware of their immediate surroundings, and most of all, those that lived near to them. "I'll check in on them."