Lost Creek Hollow Member?

sorry in advance if this is jumbled up — literally just woke up about 10 mins ago and incidentally was just summoned to be at work at a different time. @__@ can't catch a break ever i swear!

Lagon's voice had drifted into whatever state of rest he had delved into, though it was mostly on account of the fact that Harlyn had probably talked him into it to begin with. He wasn't much for naps at any rate, but with the cold really beginning to bear down through the depths of the mid-winter, even he had to admit it was hard to venture out.

But it was he who ultimately made the decision to venture out, if only for the sake that he didn't want her to be making the trip to the borders. Her time was nearing and that much he could gauge on his own, if only for all the nesting and complaining and so on that had been done. He didn't envy the position she found herself in, not entirely certain whether all things were right and at times, deciding that everything was terrible and wrong. His worries ran along the same vein, though he had been less vocal about them.

And as he cut across the territory towards the borders, he realized that it was the temperatures that bothered him so much. It seemed too cold to bear a litter, not that their den had been lacking in warmth. Yet it was a little too late to be taking things back; those puppies were definitely going to come into existence all the way before too long. And it stirred up many emotions for him. But all of that was set aside as he came upon the duo along their borders, and the assumption rode in with him why he was there. Lagon must have found another wanting to join them. His posture shifted as he closed in, only coming up to a stop with his would-be guardian on his good side.

"What's going on?"