Lost Creek Hollow but gladly hoovers all my drugs

The word 'love' caught her off-guard, and she flushed with heat, staring slack-jawed at Khali. She was about to babble some incoherent response when the ebony-furred male arrived, inquiring as to their presence. Swallowing, Lily pulled herself together (though not without shooting Khali a goofy, 'we'll talk later' smile) and dipped her head at the man in solemn fashion.

Hallo--is this Lost Creek Hollow? she asked, gaze straying to the land behind the border before returning to the face of who she presumed was the leader, here. We're here from Elysium; we're looking for someone named Terance. Gee, what if this was him? That would be highly fortunate.