Lost Creek Hollow A wet world aches for a beat of a drum

When the call came from the borders, Sarah had been working on a nearby cache, making it wider and deeper and eventually placing some treats she had scavenged from a feast table in the plains. She heard someone else going there to meet the people, giving her enough time to draw earth, moss and leaves over the place, and mark it properly as well. Then she too drew quietly to the scene of events. 

She remained standing few feet behind Arbiter - it did not seem that the alphess needed any help in dealing with the man and his child, but a back-up was always handy should the matters get ugly. After all two grown wolves against one and a half was an advantage to reckon with.