Bearclaw Valley Shot out of a cannon

Breccan was lost in thought for a short while, wondering what could have happened to Nuna and where she might have gone. The possibilities were endless, though, and there wasn't any hard evidence to point him in one direction or another. His frustration was slowly melting into disappointment, and he cast one last glance down into the sheltered valley (where there was, indeed, a herd of deer, but he hadn't paid them much mind) before turning away.

As he shifted, there was a sound of greeting from nearby, and the pale-furred figure of another wolf simultaneously appeared in Breccan's peripheral vision. The other male's personal scent was unfamiliar, but he smelled faintly of wolves that Breccan knew -- specifically Terance. This guy must be from Lost Creek Hollow.

"Hey," he said, moving to close the gap between them. "You from the hollow?"