Lost Creek Hollow the holly and the ivy.

Harlyn had been humming softly to herself as she wandered and when the sound of another's footsteps began to keep the beat for her, a small smile broke upon her muzzle.  She paused to look back over her shoulder as the sooty form of Ancalagon came into view.  She returned the chuff as she turned fully towards him, bowing her head to touch her nose softly to his crown as he lowered himself.

"Looks like I'm not the only one treasure-hunting today," she commented, her eyes upon the antler he carried like a trophy.  Harlyn parted her mouth to question where he'd found it when a second voice distracted her.  The voice was followed shortly by a wolf who looked to be Lagon's opposite.  Flynn.

The newcomer bowed submissively and Harlyn gave an approving growl, tapping her upon her temple with her nose just as she had Lagon.  Dropping to her haunches in a relaxed posture, she wordlessly invited them to do the same with a cant of her head.