Lost Creek Hollow my brother the wind

The Hollow had been silent for some time—all had been operating accordingly, as far as Rannoch was concerned. Despite them being in the heart of winter, they were thriving, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Life was much different in Lost Creek Hollow than it had been at Sunspire. Rannoch had been reflecting on the pack's welfare when the sound of Mona's voice rose from the silence of the Hollow. Without much hesitation, he redirected his meandering and set off in the direction where she had called from. It did not take Rannoch long to arrive where Mona lingered. 

The tone for their conversation was dictated by Mona's stance, and Rannoch observed for a moment. Although he could have sworn that her flank appeared swollen, he'd reserve his judgment and assumptions until after she spoke. 

 "Mona," he greeted after the pause, his voice warm despite his serious expression. "Let's wait for the others before we speak."