Hideaway Strath That's All Right, I Love The Way It Hurts

The elk. The herd was not within the safety of the forest just beyond the mountains and instead trailed the area close by The Saints claim, grasping their attention. 

As night fell, the hellhound became alert, moving outward from the safety of a quickly made densite and into the open air. 

This time when a call for the pack sounded (having not come to the last massacre and was glad for it) he would be able to come to it without causing harm to his own self in the process. By now, after the pack had to move from one mountain to another, all within the ranks (besides the new recruits) were well aware of Hemlocke's condition. 

When he arrived, there was but two, Nyra and their seconding leader. He offers a silent dip of his muzzle to Derg and a small smile to Nyra, awaiting instructions now that the smell of food was on the breeze.