Lost Creek Hollow the raided cache

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Harlyn had been dozing after a good meal when Ilya's call had hit the wind.  It wasn't until her notes had come to an end that the druid realized the howl in her dreams was sounding in real life, and with a few bleary-eyed blinks, she grasped to the tendrils of her packmate's voice as they faded to drag her back to full wakefulness.  She drew herself onto all fours and set off, faintly recognizing that there had been concern in the tone that set her pace to as swift a canter as she could manage with her slowly growing belly.

She came upon them in due time, nodding to each and sharing a brief smile as she stepped to Mordecai's side.  She hadn't heard the comments of those that had arrived before her, but her nose and eyes were quick to bring her to the same conclusions: something had raided their caches, but it didn't seem like wolf.  It didn't smell of cougar either.  Discounting two of the creatures it could have been was at least a start.

"I wonder if our dear friend, the bear, came back for some revenge..." Harlyn murmured darkly, "I can't tell though, the scent is muddied to my senses.  I will admit though that my nose has never been great..."  She cast a gaze to her packmates, hoping for help.  She had never professed to be the greatest hunter, nor the best tracker.  Her skills lay elsewhere in the realm of usefulness, but she knew before her were plenty that could step up to the challenge.