Lost Creek Hollow of all the trees that are in the wood.

Yep! It's his secondary trade goal. c: *gradually nudges Lagon in here* also tried to be vague b/c i don't want to assume anything lol.

It had taken Lagon a few seconds after he, Harlyn and Flynn had departed from one another's company to pause on his way back to his den where his (pitiful) horde of (three) lake bed rocks were nestled in the furthest corner of his den to reconsider Harlyn's statement about treasure hunting before he, carefully, set the antler down and stared down at it for a few seconds. Essentially, it was a useless object. Sure, he could worry it but for a second he pondered if perhaps the alpha female would have liked the antler. Initially he'd intended it for himself (because he was a greedy little shit like that) but the more he thought about it the more it felt more right to gift it to her. After all, she'd been the one that had accepted him into their fold and put faith and trust in him. While he fully intended to repay her by taking up the Guardian trade, giving them his undivided loyalty and tending to his pack duties he supposed it might not hurt to also show his gratitude in a different way.

Thus, he picked up the antler once more and altered his course, tracking his steps back into the clearing before he discerned and followed Harlyn's scent. It led him to what was, presumably, the alpha's den. He slowed his gait upon his approach, dropping the treasure at his smoky ink colored paws and inquired softly, “Harlyn...?” towards the mouth of the den, not wanting to be rude and intrude if she'd rather be alone; and mentally planning that if that was the case he would leave the gift for her and maybe see if he could find any other treasure jackpots (since he was on a roll and all).