Lost Creek Hollow i might get your song played on the radio station

It seemed like most of her time is still spent settling in one way or another, and there is actually steady progress on the matter. Slow, but improving now that she was starting to get into a general routine that helped the days pass with purpose behind them at the very least. She was getting better at the borders, knew a few scents, and all around felt better now that she was beginning to establish herself as a functioning member of the Hollow.

It was helping that she had Root around too. Time spent with her was always easy and helped to ebb away any anxiousness she stewed up when she was feeling lost, literally or metaphorically. Without Root, she would have surely passed this place by entirely and just kept wandering off into the unknown wilds without a goal except survive.

Speaking of her sister, Jazz turns to find her approaching as she made her own way back from an uneventful patrol. "Hey," she chuffed and moved to smear a welcoming lick across the side of her sister's face while her tail waved happily. "Doing anything?" she asked since she was in the market for a new task herself.