Horizon Ridge Niptaruk

Was that... a fat joke? Lane raised an eyebrow, almost impressed by guts it must have taken to poke that kind of fun at a pregnant woman. 

He went on to mention her pumping blood and what she could could do to help him, which made her raise the other eyebrow. What exactly what was he about to suggest..?

And then he invited her to a hunt. Lane was taken aback by the twist; it seemed that they weren't kidding around anymore. Were they ever kidding around? Lane wasn't sure. Maybe this guy was one of those people who was actually trying to be serious, but everything they said came out sounding like deadpan humor. 

"Heck yeah," she agreed immediately. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been asked on a hunt, what with her packmates all thinking she was too delicate to do anything remotely productive. 

"Whatcha in the mood for?" She'd seen a herd of animals on one of the beaches she'd passed-- they looked like some weird combination between a furless mole and a giant slug. And they barked like a bunch of coyotes with whitecough. Maybe they could take down one of those?