Lost Creek Hollow it's all a state of mind

Jazz had led the way, a nice paced jog that Shikoba easily kept up with. They became closer and closer to the invisible borders, the scent clearly stating 'LCH Territory, keep out'. If any wolf dared to run in again such as they large black one had done before, they would be in grave danger with a pair of snapping jaws near their muzzles.

The gamma wolf looked around in silence, the atmosphere was calm for the moment being. Swiftly, Jazz continued to survey the area, Shikoba followed suit and kept her golden eyes peeled. Lightly stepping over twigs and roots, her ears twitched at the noises of fluttering wings and chirping birds.