Lost Creek Hollow gosling

Swiftcurrent Creek. The words meant nothing to him apart from indicating the possible name of the pack Eshe now called home. What concerned him though was the mention of something happening there. This woman said she was well, but was he truly to believe that? "A b-bit going on?" he decided to press her further, though this was probably a matter to personally ask his sister if the time came.

At her offer, Vartry nodded gratefully. "We can walk a little of the w-way, though I wouldn't want to make you t-travel too far." For he knew close to nothing about the valley and it would be nice to have a guide. From the hollow he would follow her lead. "W-what's this place called, anyway?"