Silver Creek lightly armored means light on your feet

I hope this is alright?

Many more had come into their fold. It put her on edge. There was so many more women than men, that meant only the best women would get paired in her mind. It meant that if she kept messing up and failing as a woman, that she would get thrown out. The naive part of her protested this notion, said that surely Grayson, who had protected her and kept her safe for so long, would not throw her out into a world where she wouldn't survive. The other part, the honest one that knew she was far from perfect, acknowledged that as an Odolf he definitely would let her go if she didn't fall into line and prove useful and show her worth. There was also the fact that so many others were more beautiful, more developed in the ways of being a true lady than she was. She who got caught attempting to hunt by Grayson and then traipsing back from a solitary venture with a squirrel between her jaws by Emerson. 

This was what fueled her to be running as fast as she could around the territory instead of attempting sleep. She had already been doing so for a long time and came to a pause unknowingly a few feet from his hidden den, flanks heaving and the feminine musk she carried wafting heavily from her as she stretched out her burning muscles, curvaceous body elongating as she yawned her front end bowing down. Once she had caught her breath she meant to take off again, do one more lap and then go to her den and hopefully pass out. That was what was meant until she caught wind of his scent and looked around warily. She didn't see him and a chill ran down her spine, though the silly girl blamed it on the wind.