Lost Creek Hollow You ever wonder why we're here?

@Breccan!

Treason was not a particularly loud wolf, she called out when needed, but for the most part she wasn't a voice that was heard except in conversational distance.  Right now, though, her barks and brays were uncharacteristically present, and repeating.  If she didn't get the result she wanted in the next couple of minutes, she'd call in the big guns, but really, he couldn't be far, right?

She couldn't hear the response.  Hood's voice didn't carry very far, and he at this point was doing more whining than making noises that could actually be heard at a distance.  In a way he'd done what was right -- once he realized he had no idea where the heck he was, he plopped his little round behind down and waited.  Maybe if he was a little older, he'd have been able to find his way back on sound alone, but for now the world was still a large and confusing place and he had totally seen enough so Hood was going to stop right here, thank you very much.

You see, of the trio, Hood was the less troublesome child who had no interest in leaving his mother's side -- unlike the other two hellions who she was probably trying to figure out how to keep contained while trying to retrieve him and it was probably not working out too well.  It had earned him a degree of freedom which was apparently ill-advised because, well... Look at him now.  He didn't mean to be out here!  He was a tiny blubbery mess that couldn't figure out why he hadn't been scooped up instantly and brought back already.  This was awful.