Morningside Cuesta lookin' for a honey bee

I think he would like that, she said so as to encourage Dawn. Khoe had, in a sense, replaced her own whelps with the children of the pack, and thus loved nothing more than watching them grow and develop into the young men and women they were soon to become. Such a simple task as bringing her father a piece of her kill was something that would surely develop into an attribute much less mundane, Khoe was sure. I'll let you go ahead while I move the rest of this. Deal? 

Wrap up?