Lost Creek Hollow (Border) When God is gone

His nose had not lied to him; she was a recent inductee to another pack. "Too bad," he commented. "My companions and I are in the midst of forming a pack right here, and we could use a few more founding members. You could have been part of something new and beautiful," he winked as he unabashedly made his sales pitch. It was not his preference to poach members from other packs, but he also did not see the harm in planting a seed that may sprout later if she decided she was not content in the pack she had chosen.

"I'm Luke," he introduced. "I don't know much about herbs, but I can't let you into the hollow to look for them." Unfortunately for her the land belonged to the pack now, and he could not allow others to harvest what they themselves may need.