Phantom Hollow bluegrass

As the silence of the hollow engulfed him again, Vaska knew that he had done it. Finally. He'd drop these ladies off at the river he'd left the sisters at, then hurry off to some lonelier corner of the scene, maybe find a hollowed out tree or a nook in a rock or something. Anywhere he could catch some much needed sleep; in these last hours of the race, he'd fuzzed out of reality enough for him to know that he'd been awake for way, way too long. But Brecheliant's entourage followed behind him - and this kept him awake. He'd be sorely outnumbered and on a bad page of more than one wolf if he decided to take his time in delivering these wolves to Chickadee and Dwin.

And thank the stars Dwin had listened to him and hadn't gone far from where he'd left them! As the sisters bobbed into sight, Vaska flashed Dwin a cocky look, before he gave a nod to @Teya, @Amalia, and @Bridget, and peeled off towards the nook of some vacant tree. He'd done what he'd been asked in getting these wolves to Chickadee. The least they could give him was some space to rest.

But while he'd sink to the ground in a pile of mud and blood and messy fur, he would find his eyes drawn to the girl still in the mud. And he would watch them, through pale ruddy eyes, for at least a little while.