Lost Creek Hollow for you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not

ah, the corner. the corner was a familiar location to little ash, who spent many a day there after chomping someone’s tail a little bit too hard a few too many times. or for screaming, but he could scream in the corner too. ash was still a little tyke, still mostly babbling and not really understanding reprimands. treason still did it anyhoo, ruling with an iron fists in hopes that one day he’d understand. fat chance. 

feeling a little down, terance had set them free away from the den, hanging out nearby. he was close, keeping an eye out for danger, but was mostly assuming that they would just go bother rannoch’s kids and give him some time to think. this was generally true as ash took off into the unknown. 

he went headfirst into the frostfurs den, not really caring what it was besides somewhere he could be and somewhere with other wolves scents. he bowled straight to the back for some weird reason, eyes locked on his cream colored target. and then, without much thought or warning (besides maybe the crashing sounds of his still somewhat unbalanced maneuvering) ash made to chomp down right on the others rump.