Lost Creek Hollow a lonesome star in a bitter sky

Harlyn received no protest as she began to tentatively clean his wounds, and so she continued with more confidence. Hearing him speak was a relief even though his words were ominous. He confirmed her assumption that a cougar was to blame for his injuries, but it didn't explain the other scent of something canine. She dismissed it though, guessing it was unrelated and thus inconsequential.

"What was it doing here? Trying to raid our caches?" she asked between licks. The alpha knew cats, knew that they kept to themselves for the most part unless threatened. And Mordecai was certainly not stupid enough to aggravate one without cause.