Lost Creek Hollow You ever wonder why we're here?

They were making progress, even if it was slow. Things were already better than they had been a few minutes ago; the pup was no longer crying, and while he didn't appear to be all that trusting of Breccan, he was willing to inch along in the direction that Breccan indicated. "Good, okay," he said; it didn't seem like they would be racing, so he resorted to a normal gait, although he turned his body almost sideways and shuffled along so he could keep the boy in his line of sight.

"Not too much further, I think," he added; they couldn't be too far from the den, after all, so if they kept up this pace, they would reach it eventually.