Lost Creek Hollow the holly and the ivy.

*tosses Lagon at* Ku & I've been assuming that it was Harlyn that accepted Lagon sooo I'ma say he at least recognizes her on sight that way they can get to know one another better without assuming too much. ^-^

The process of filling caches was far from the dragon's favorite but as it stood it was necessary even though he had no interest in the Hunter trade. The hard earth was a formidable opponent for his blunt nails as he had worked to dig up a cache and toss the still warm but rapidly cooling hare into the hole. Kicking the dirt back to cover it was easier, but the earth was unyielding from the cold, making his task harder still, even though in some ways Lagon understood. In truth, he wasn't much of a winter fan himself. After ensuring that the cache was covered effectively enough to hopefully pass by unsuspected by any predators aside from the wolves of the Hollow, he'd decided to scavenge for babbles to join his two lonely rocks at the back of his den. Lagon had felt like he'd won the jackpot when he stumbled across what appeared to be the top piece of an antler rack. A quick assessment told him that it had likely snapped off during a fight between two bucks as they fought for whatever doe had tickled their fancy. The deer were in their rutting season (even if he didn't exactly want to think about his potential meals doin' the dirty because ew) and the broken pieces of antlers were his favorite. A whole rack would be the ultimate treasure but he'd never been that lucky.

Without skipping a beat Lagon's head bent to grasp the piece in his betwixt his jaws and carried it forth, unintentionally slobbering around it as he struggled with it for a moment, trying to find a comfortable position in his mouth to carry it in without the small curved pieces jabbing him in the tongue or the roof of his mouth. On his way to take it back to his den he paused, catching the familiar scent of the alpha female, Harlyn. His course deviated towards her immediately, abandoning his original plan as he padded after her scent trail, letting out a chuff of greeting muffled by the antler in his mouth, his posture lowering to one of submission naturally.