Lost Creek Hollow The number of places in paradise is limited.

She was an impressive creature, a she-wolf of powerful stature who carried herself in the way only a leader could. An impenetrable figure, Lost Creek Hollow's leading female differed entirely from the slight-frames women of Timiryazevskaya and, quietly, he found her incredibly appealing. He could appreciate that not many men would, for he imagined there weren't many that Arbiter Dokuga could not best.

"It was," he confirmed with a hint of a smile as she spoke of his name, and offered a polite dip of his pale muzzle to accompany his careful step backward. "Пожалуйста," he insisted, eager to present his prize for his new Alphess to do with as she pleased - as a sign of his submission and respect. "It is not much, but it would please me if you would have it."