Lost Creek Hollow a quest of least concern

In the days that passed, it seemed he was making more and more trips out towards their borders. It was a necessary evil, seeing how Harlyn was nowhere near able to leave the children for lengthy times. He was wont to do so himself, but had set off from the den to wind his way out towards their winding outskirts.

As he approached those borders and picked out the dark coat of one of his subordinates, he found this time it was not Ancalagon that had called him out there. Ilya's petite form stood in clear dominance, and a few steps closer pulled the lighter coat of another through the thinning timber.

Posturing himself as he drew near to them, his steps slowed as curiosity mounted the forefront of his interests. He had a fair inkling as to why he was there, but his solitary gaze came to rest briefly on the gamma before being brought out to the sight before him. While wolfish features were notably distinct about this fellow, Mordecai could tell he was of some questionable heritage.