Lost Creek Hollow and this piece of ground is a homestead now

In truth, the Hollow had seemed already like a pack and a home to her from the moment she and their small group of followers had begun to mark their borders. That was the moment they had become "official", and every day since had been simply a matter of working to secure their hold and prepare for Winter.

Even so, when Mordecai's call rang over the treetops, a tremor of excitement danced down her spine. A smile split across her muzzle and she paused from her task of digging up the roots of an herb she planned to store for healing to join her voice with his, and with the others of their family who one by one sang out with them.