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

“Then it’s settled,” Root decides with a few swishes of her tail. Unfortunately, the den would end up just the two of theirs when Lagon disappears from the Hollow entirely. For now, she feels the bubbling anxiety in her chest. Anxiety of asking a generous pack mate for this favor, for being reunited with Jazz again, the sense of impending comfort she knows to come.

The tawny girl nudges Jazz’s shoulder, leading her onward to find her friend. “I’m sure we can find him somewhere.” Root began her trek with sister in tow in an attempt to find the male. It would be easy to call and pull him toward them but where was the fun in that. “Oh, hey, do you remember when we were playing hide-n-seek with Jax and he slipped off the ledge, right into the lake?” It causes a little tension to bring up a sudden memory from the past, knowing where it eventually will lead, but for now she clings to a sliver of what she once called normal.