Lost Creek Hollow great, i'd like your $8-est bottle of wine please

Liffey was busy fussing over Eshe when Aengus's squeaks took her attention. She glanced down at him and then up at the mouth of her den, breathing in deep to move past the scent of herself and Rannoch and their children and find strangeness. Someone was out there. Someone she didn't know.

The mother bristled. She moved deftly to step around her kids towards the mouth of the den. She spotted the girl's face and let out a fierce snarl, snapping her jaws just inches from her nose in a warning to get the fuck away. It didn't matter to Liffey if this was a packmate or a child or a well-wisher just intending to offer food. She didn't know her face, so Liffey was going to bite it off if it didn't evacuate the vicinity of her home quickly enough.