Lost Creek Hollow Would you patrol its yellow lights?

While Pheiros frolicked with his old fish, Artyom trailed through the wood with a fresh one firm between his jaws. He paused to lift his head and quietly observe the golden youth as he settled among the wildflowers to begin consuming his prize. The warm hue of his pelt meant this babe did not belong to the Alpha pair, surely?

Artyom looked around for any sign of a parent, but there was no one around. Without very little knowledge of pups, he wasnt sure if it was safe to leave one of this size on his own.

He moved in closer, emitting a muffled woof as not to surprise the feasting cub, and lowered his catch to his paws. "Hey," he said with a smile and a friendly sweep of his plush tail, "mind if I join you?"