Lost Creek Hollow the holly and the ivy.

Ancalagon had not realized he'd been being followed for Flynn had kept herself just far enough behind his trail that her footfalls against the earth hadn't raised his suspicion. He had placed the antler at his paws when he'd lowered into submission, his tail giving a few wags when he felt the touch of Harlyn's nose to the crown of his head. “You like treasures too?” Lagon asked with unbidden surprise, though he supposed it shouldn't have surprised him. He wasn't the only wolf out there that enjoyed collecting things, and the prospect that Harlyn, too, enjoyed collecting things might have given them something in common, or so Lagon took to believe anyway. 

Flynn came upon the scene shortly after that, and Lagon spared her a curious look when Harlyn greeted her in very much the same why that she'd greeted Lagon himself. When Harlyn gestured for them to join her in taking a more relaxed position Lagon rose and settled upon his haunches, tail wagging against the ground for a few moments, offering both women a smile.