Lost Creek Hollow Wild things

Harlyn walked tiredly back to the den after another uneventful trip to the borders. On one hand, she was thankful to have had a quiet trip as she knew perfectly well the many terrible things she could have encountered. But no excitement also meant that her missing packmate(s?) had not returned, and that weighed heavily on her heart.

Fortunately though, there was nothing like a cute little kid to ease that weight, and Harlyn spotted one fairly soon upon reaching the densite. She smiled softly as she spotted the little dollop of buttermilk and gold in the deep shade of the Hollow. She moved in an arch to sidle up behind the little wolf, reaching once she got close enough to nudge her little bum with a grin. "And where might you be headed, my little sundrop?" she cooed, moving to the girl's side.