Lost Creek Hollow a b c d e f g wash those june bugs off of me

Harlyn smirked at Luke's response, though her gaze remained upon the girl who seemed too nervous to speak for herself. Her eyes narrowed slightly when her friend announced that she had come here from the pack at Blackfeather Woods. She stole a glance at Mordecai, the story he'd told her of his run in without of their members coming sharply to the forefront of her memory. The female didn't seem to be a threat. Perhaps she hadn't fit in because she was lacking their violence or belligerence. Harlyn could only hope her answer to Mordecai's question would reveal a personality that confirmed this was indeed the case.