Lost Creek Hollow Hiya, Lou

In barely a week's time Pyro had come from the shimmering sands at the westernmost edges of Teekon, to the Sunspire Mountains where his pack had once resided, and in a single day he had managed to descend the mountain, cross the valley and go around Easthollow to see his packlands in the distance. Not an easy feat if you ask. The seasoned wanderer had to cut down on resting time and strictly monitor his hunting habits to stay on schedule, so after days of exhausting travelling and a last long day of hiking Pyro felt the weight of his own body challenge his legs to continue to move forward, but he was so close to getting home that he couldn't allow himself to stop.

Well past dusk Pyro finally found the border scents of Lost Creek Hollow, and although everything had changed and they had moved far from where everything had started, it still felt like coming back home. He howled from afar to announce his return and crossed the borders without much care for protocol. He needed a good meal, a bath and a whole night of sleep again, and he would not be a useful being until he got all three, but a shadow on the corner of his eye made him stop halt to look around with suspicion. Any packmate he knew would have come to greet him, so in his tired, sleepy mind it only made sense that whatever his eye had caught creeping was surely an intruder. So he crept in its direction, making an effort to be silent, and as he saw it move again he leaped to find himself faced to a cadaverous looking canine. Intruder! he barked out loud and wasted no time to go on full-chase mode.