Lost Creek Hollow the holly bears the crown.

When he responded finally, it was with a taste of that familiar humor of his.  The panic that had tried to grip her the moment she'd said the words dissipated, leaving her with a wagging tail and a slowly growing grin.  He seemed to be taking it well in spite of the tension she had felt in her body only seconds earlier.  It was, she realized, more than she'd hoped for, and in her joy she overlooked the tension as it grew back in his frame.

"Yes," Harlyn replied almost breathlessly, "I felt them today.  It seems almost too soon for it, but I have no doubt what it was..."  She felt the gleeful tingling in her throat as she remembered.  It had been faint, unbelievable, but unmistakable.