Lost Creek Hollow wear your silver lining; wear it close to your skin

she pushed the hare towards the woman, parting easily with the prey. it was better to know it would feed a packmate now rather than languish in the cache for hours. "nothing thrilling. take this - it's thin, but fresh." gaze settled once more on her packmate and realization settled. mona, liffey and now this woman - the pack must certainly be strong, if each woman she'd met so far had been pregnant. she might have felt that twinge that was part lose part jealousy were she not absolutely sick of it, and instead forged ahead with conversation. the name rang a bell, and she asked, "you're one of the leaders?" it was more statement than question, but she was more than certain that she ought to be. she looked it, carried young, and her name was familiar.