Lost Creek Hollow every step i take

as he searched for her, so vuk searched for him. in her jaws were clutched the finner of the plants she'd gathered the day before, which was to say, not much at all. clutched in her jaws was a fair amount of yarrow, a sprig of parsley, and utterly useless undergrowth that she'd imagined looked rather interesting. his howl allowed her to pinpoint him more readily, and the girl increased the speed of her hobble as she approached, moving at breakneck speed (read: a powerwalk) to meet him. she closed the distance between them in a few moments, and upon sighting him called out through the plants clutched loosely in her jaws. they'd no escaped some damage by her careless fangs, but at least the stems held together.