Stone Circle Throw a little hotrod red in there.

A contented smile slipped over her lips as she watched him, too, settle down. He was very handsome. Lovely to look upon, but Starbuck was interested in doing only that, looking. She sought pleasure less seriously than she sought love, which she hardly paid mind to except in passing whims when she came upon a wolf too beautiful to ignore. (The thought of Deirdre, fair and kind, still set her heart to fluttering.)

Stark went on to explain his pack, and again Starbuck sighed. That sounds so wonderful, said she, as she finally laid down, sphynx-like. Such a bond should bring you through winter with ease. Her birth pack was large and her family small. The thought of living and working with a family large enough to fill an entire pack sounded wonderful.