Lost Creek Hollow star-sight

Curiosity drove the man to return to the Hollow, wondering if perhaps Wren's father had come looking for them again. He wasn't sure if it would make any difference to their situation- and doubted they would uproot themselves again to move back if no trace was found in the area, but it would at least provide some form of comfort if he could tell Wren that it appeared as though her father had abandoned the area. 

He would have to patrol, first- along borders where their scents had faded to the point that he believed no harm would come, if Wren's father caught his scent here. He waded through the creek, to make tracing more difficult, until he caught sight of a dark yearling on the banks, lost in her thoughts. 

Wasn't she about Acantha's age? Was this perhaps a sister?

Something about her scent was faintly familiar, but he couldn't parse out who it was that she might have belonged to. "Hey," He greeted, as he plucked his way through the shallows toward her, tail waving, wondering if she might have been one of Ash Star's older children.