Lost Creek Hollow hollow

lch people welcome~

Back to who she was, then, hm? That was quick. Of course, it was easy to identify with who you were when you had someone to literally relate to that was, well, alive. There was a newfound pep in her step that hitched only when it occurred to her that she'd need to inform her pack of her name. "Hey, by the way, I'm Eshe, not Quill. Who cares right? To-may-toe to-mah-toe". Really, there was no need to explain. Many people had one billion of pseudonyms! ...Was she supposed to feel guilty? It wasn't a lie. She had forced herself to become "Quill", who was still her... just with a different name.

Shit was already complicated. But she wasn't about to pack up and go because of it.

Eshe traveled within the pack lands now, having been welcomed in by Harlyn and co. Her nose sought out any that wore that very scent... maybe even Harlyn herself, to give her the news. But, anyone would do in a pinch. Company was company. She lurked near the borders, waiting for @Bhreac — time to get her sibling all situated there, too. Home sweet home, right?