Lost Creek Hollow for the line in my life

@Laurel @Xan @Mona @Stigmata @Nunataq @Marten @Wyatt @Merrick @Piper @Fire - keeping who is with them + also certain events vague. set for tomorrow (10/31)

armed with laurel's conviction and stigmata's ominous words, indra crested one of the last ridges of pine-land before the weald dipped into conifer-studded forest. they had decided they would not go to easthollow -- while the puppies shared blood with the wolves in the stone-faced flatlands, it would be going to the hearth of his family. no, they struck for greener pastures -- with or without the arctic-blooded apaata alpha.

while the distance was not particularly daunting, keeping their troupe assembled and orderly was taxing; indra was hypervigilant as they passed under the imposing faces of wind scoured trees: it was very likely they would meet wolves along the way, and indra wanted no part in dealing with strangers while they were so vulnerable.

their journey had not been free of chaos, but finally, they neared. keeping terance's mention of the pack's new location in mind, indra was relieved once the scent of borders fluttered through the autumn rain. drawing to a halt, the redleaf signaled for the band of wolves to stop -- here their expedition would end. happily, indra hoped -- and then with a grit of teeth she threw back her head in a howl.