Lost Creek Hollow gosling

@Crowfeather @Silvertongue he's just outside the borders, not trespassing<3

Light mist clung like a blanket to the sleepy valley floor as the storm-grey boy approached the Hollow. Eshe's scent hung heavy in the air, faint but present. It seemed like here was as good a place as any to begin the search for his sister. He had brought with him the carcass of a rabbit still warm to the touch as a gesture of goodwill to those who lived here. The left hind foot he had kept for himself - an old habit meant to bring good fortune.

Unfortunately, the ritual had done little to calm the butterflies in his stomach which fluttered as they often did. He took a deep, shuddering breath. Careful not to stray across the scent markers, Vartry placed the gift at his paws and sang for an audience.