Lost Creek Hollow yeh you've had enough

terance's gaze rested on mona; she quailed briefly, then swallowed and gave a sway of her scarlet plume. "well, i was born here, in the teekon wilds. though a far ways away. a place called silver creek." she began to move in the direction she had been heading, hoping the swarthy male would follow.
"my last name is mayfair. there used to be a pack on the coast called donnelaith.  a man named lasher mayfair led it." a wistful look flitted briefly across the girl's countenance, gone as soon as it had come. "he was my father, but i never knew him. i guess i was born after he died. i had come here hoping to learn more about him, but since i've been back, i haven't learned very much of anything."