Big Salmon Lake He called my name and my heart stood still

Ceara didn't really know what to make of the way her contact with him made her feel.  She was a late bloomer — two full years old just at the end of the breeding season, she had not yet had her first heat or experienced the pull of attraction.  She'd never really set her sights on someone, and nobody had ever found her pretty enough to deal with her mouth.  

Her brows raised and she offered him a slightly lopsided (but very wide) grin.  You know, this is a hike for me!  It's a million miles from my pack.  You gotta give me a break.  

Night had fallen again and worry clenched her gut.  She knew he had obligations, as did she, but she didn't want him to leave.  You gonna head out again soon?