Lost Creek Hollow underneath the black locust tree

In hearing another howl, Eshe threw her head upward to call back in turn. She then moved in the general direction of said call, her nose giving her a better path to take than her ears the closer she came. Her tail waved behind her as she thought of meeting this wolf, an unfamiliar voice over all. Perhaps this was the second leader she had only heard of. Even if she met him with everyone else, that was still cool with her.

Halfway there she crashed into @Bhreac, and her tail waving. "Time to meet the big guy,"—oblivious that Bhreac already had. The duo moved together, in sync like they always had been. Thick as thieves. Forever.

Eshe moved through the lush foliage, bounding over things when necessary but otherwise crashing relatively recklessly through the underbrush. The land was green, everywhere, and with loads of vegetation that could afford to be bowled over. The leaves of the Hollow veritably overflowed above them into a sea of different shades of green and the wind made them ripple in waves. It was all very lovely... and very, very different from the Canyon. It was a big part of its appeal, actually. She lowered her head as she came at last before the leader, moving to bump her muzzle beneath his chin in greeting, mindful of her place beneath him at least. With the others, she'd have to figure out her place among them.

Presently she tested her own sister, moving to throw her body weight over her shoulders and grab at an ear. Typically Eshe was meek and content to mind her place, but a lot had changed, and she had to figure out where she was in this change.