Lost Creek Hollow don't wait up

Day shook his head, indicating his ignorance on the subject. "They never said. We didn't, uh, talk much," he admitted. "But they should be pretty close to Wapun Meadow. Just west, maybe north a bit."

His nose had told him as much, but no more. The strange women had told him even less, aside from giving him a sample of the pack's scent. Regardless of their intimate encounter with the shewolf, they'd skirted around the scent of her pack when they came near it, and thus, Grayday could offer only a rough estimate of its location. "Best of luck to you, brother," he said, then, deciding that exploring the hollow could wait until another day. Until Chaska had moved on, more like. The beta offered a sorry dip of his head and then turned away, not liking the way his heart tugged in two directions, now.