Lost Creek Hollow I can see the sun through the open window.
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Maybe for Rannoch; but whoever! And take your time! :) Tags for reference.

There was a hustle-and-bustle attitude to the wolves of the Hollow, a sense of purpose that Ibis never noticed within Elysium. When a wolf wasn't busy patrolling the fringe of the pack, they were hunting, gathering, or gossiping. Ibis was not a huge fan of gossip but she hadn't met many wolves yet, and it was a good way to learn bits and pieces about the people in the Hollow.

She had been basking in the spring sunlight all morning, but when some clouds began to drift across the light - eventually cooling everything to shades of pale blue and silver - she gave up the urge and began to roam. She was nervous about leaving the clover field, but it had to happen sometime. She thought about what her dad had told her about Treason - and about finding her the other day, the size of her - and wondered if she'd appreciate a little gift for when the babies came.

It took Ibis half an hour to find and prune some pretty flowers, and then she set off again to find her step-mother; however, she got turned around a few times. She passed a few wolves she hadn't met, talking about puppies; a few moments later she spied @Gannet's pale silhouette between the trees, maybe on a run or a patrol, and she paused to watch him until his spectral figure was gone. She snapped back to reality and continued to waltz along afterwards - until she smelled the familiar aroma of puppy in the air. But there was no sign of @Treason.

She had inadvertently wandered over to the den shared by @Liffey and @Rannoch; not wanting to disturb them (they were still strangers to her after all, and they had a plethora of kids to look out for) she paused at a good distance and carefully placed the flowers down by her feet. For a few moments she was transfixed by the den mouth, dimly lit from the overcast sky but seemingly alive. She heard squawks and squeaks, and tried to get a better look without getting closer - craning her neck at odd angles.