Lost Creek Hollow strawberry alarm clock

forward-dated to 13th

Three down. . .one to go? Unless she made the trek up to the glacier, which she was waffling on. It had already been such a slog. . . Perhaps she would send Khali in her stead, or some other aspiring scout, and hope that his word held as much weight as hers. Really, she didn't know why it wouldn't. And maybe he would enjoy a task that didn't involve wrangling the traumatized children of Elysium.

Alas. Lily let out a gusty exhale as she stopped at Lost Creek Hollow, the only pack she was really nervous about seeing. There was something about the dynamic between Terance and Seabreeze that put her off; she'd never seen the two of them together, but both of them had acted as if they didn't want the other to exist. Being from a stable family and loving parents, Lily couldn't quite grasp the concept of (wolf) divorce.

Well, maybe someone else would answer. She howled, her voice a little hoarse from all the calls before, and rolled her shoulders, shifting her weight on the cool ground. Yes, she'd send someone else to Elysium. She was ready for a lengthy sleep in her own den.