Lost Creek Hollow forfeited

They had roved ahead without him, with their lean legs and slim, dark bodies that were built for flight as much as they were built for fight. Any other would have envied them, or aspired to reach such physical prowess, however Mengu was a simple beast. For as little as he had in the way of athleticism (or freedom for that matter), he had his life, and for that he was thankful. The Luk clan had granted him this much, and the boy was wise enough to not waste such a gift.

So when his master's daughter had rebelled and went against the tradition of their pack, and the man had put on a display of rage that rivalled even the fiercest of storms, the slave disappeared with the wolves she had taken along with her in exile. For as much as he owed the clan, Mengu was also a coward; he knew the beatings from his master would be severe. The pack had splintered. His life would be of far more use to Tashkent and her siblings. So he followed.

Their scent led into a wild land so unlike the plains that they had called home; he hazarded a guess that they would be seeking out territories similar. So he pushed on past a river that cut through a dark, shaded forest, ignoring all distractions and keeping to his path. The thought of simply turning tail and running from his indebted slavery never even entered his mind.