Wapun Meadow Lonesome Nights

terance nodded as he listened, showing that he was, in fact, listening. a traveler,  he purled with intrigue, nodding, i lead the pack in the hollow that way-- he motioned to the direction from which he came, -- with my mate treason. we're called lost creek hollow.

he let the comment sink in a bit before offering lunaheart a gentle smile. we're looking for new members, actually, if you're interested in joining us.