Fox's Glade when i'm miles and miles apart from you.

The Hollow had been quiet as of late. In ways it was a great comfort to her. Any day that didn't involve a packmate arriving at their door bloodied and broken was a blessing to her. Some of their number had disappeared, but Harlyn did not worry much over this. She alone knew what had happened to Ilya, and she still was certain that Luke would be returning to them any day now. Lagon and Misty both were now gone as well, but part of her believed they had gone together to start their own family somewhere - or so her romantic mind was wont to believe even when no evidence truly existed to support the idea. There were others too, she knew, but she had missed them altogether over the past few weeks being so distracted by her children.

It was their lack of members that made her slightly nervous, though. Fortunately, Winter had passed and prey was growing more and more plentiful by the day. They had no neighbors uncomfortably close to their borders, so she had little fear of their territory being overcome. If anything, she would perhaps consider pulling back their borders for fear of not being able to hold it all. But with no threats to their claim to speak of, she was not yet so concerned over this.

In spite of the contentment she had with the pack's current situation, she did feel terribly lonely sometimes. Mordecai and her pups aside, she was not enormously familiar with many of the wolves that she called family. Harlyn was aware that the lack of familiarity was her fault, but still.

She left the Hollow that day with the kids in the care of their father. It wasn't her intention to be gone too long. After all, the pups weren't fully weaned yet and she couldn't let them starve. But the spirits were whispering to her today, urging her to take some time to herself, and Harlyn would not ignore. And so, her paws took her away until she was striding through budding flowers and humming winds. After a while she paused to gaze out across the quiet field, her heart aching slightly as her mind wandered to a forbidden place that she had rarely allowed it to go since he left. It had been so long ago, and yet in times when her soul was aching such as now, she couldn't help but pray that he found his way back to her. And she couldn't let that prayer go.