Lost Creek Hollow making waves in pitch black sand.

Her children were learning how to eat solid meat, and that meant (surprisingly enough) that Harlyn needed solid meat to feed to them. That was what inspired that morning's venture away from her den and into the Hollow. The pack had plenty of meat stored that would have sufficed, but Harlyn's children deserved something fresh and delicious, not old and covered in dirt. And though Harlyn had never been the greatest at hunting, her pack members had been dwindling as of late leaving her with little choice but to hunt for herself.

She skipped lightly across one of the many creeks that stretched through the Hollow towards the falls at their southernmost border. She had yet to actually catch a trail, but it seemed to her that staying near the water was a good enough place to start. Harlyn lowered her nose to the ground as she trotted along, seeking a scent trail that she could follow. Though no luck had come to her yet, the druid was perfectly content to continue along. Soemthing would surely come up eventually.