Lost Creek Hollow the holly and the ivy.

Soooooooooooo since Flynn is now inactive, we definitely have two threads together, one happening right after the other.  Totally not weird LOL

The arrival of Flynn distracted Harlyn from the nod she began to give her packmate to confirm that she was a fan of treasures as well.  The other female was quick to excuse herself though, apparently not keen on conversation now that she had to share Lagon with her alpha.  Harlyn smirked slightly as she left, glancing keenly over at Lagon to see how he might be feeling about the pretty young girl's abrupt departure.  The alpha considered herself thoroughly taken, which meant she was very much in the position to do some match making and meddling in the love lives of others.  The most magical part of a relationship was the very beginning, which was something she would never again experience.  It was time to live vicariously through others, she supposed.

"Too bad she couldn't stay," Harlyn said almost off-handedly, though there was a slyness in her tone that she was incapable of masking being the not so suave wolf that she was, "She's a pretty thing."  Her gaze was focused on the trees through which Flynn had disappeared, though she kept glancing backwards to catch glimpses of Lagon's face, interested to see how he reacted.