Lost Creek Hollow the holly and the ivy.

Flynn's time with the Hollow had been short, and her encounters with its pack members had been few. She was still wary as she had always been, and her ways and knowledge of pack etiquette screamed loudly in what few encounters in which she had found herself.

It was sad she felt she needed a mentor in something that seemed should be instinct to most. It made her question her upbringing. No...she didn't know if it was her upbringing or something defective within herself. Flynn felt alone in this large new world as she was told that their was a new way to live.

The Cache was an entirely new concept to the she-wolf. While living wild with her brother Milo, they simply ate what they managed to catch. There was no saving it for a rainy day or to share with another wolf without question of who caught what kill. She admitted it was a decent system, but entirely foreign and she wasn't quite certain how to go about all of it.

She looked at the Cache before her emptily. Someone had just dropped a hare recently, its body still warm from the kill. She hungered for it, staring intently at the red coming from its fur. It was not her turn to eat though, and she knew this much. He turned quickly away and caught the tail end of a familiar wolf prancing away. "Lagon..." Her voice was low, almost a whisper to herself. She cocked her head and padded her way toward him, her tail tucked shyly between her legs and ears tucked against her cap.

She could smell his scent as she followed behind him, and another familiar scent soon filled her senses. It was the Alpha who had first greeted her, Harlyn. Flynn remembered her well. She was intimidated but also felt a deep sense of respect and wonder for the she-wolf. She came from behind slightly slower, almost hesitant, lowering herself to the ground and diverting her eyes from the bodies of the two wolves.