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

the flick of a red plume beckoned @Ashlar deeper into the territory. it was time to show the boy the hunting of larger creatures, and the firebrand was eager to begin.
however, the cry that rose stilled mona in her tracks; she lifted a trembling muzzle skyward, eyes widening. it was not a voice she had ever expected to hear again, and with a quick word to her son, the young wolf set off quickly for the borders.
yes — there he was, flanked by a golden child, a small figure of himself, and addressed by the lost creek hollow leader.
but mona had eyes only for her brother. ”i didn’t think i’d see you again,” she murmured as she drew close, tones fluttering with the threat of tears.