Lost Creek Hollow hollow

Bhreac wasn't overly keen to join another pack. It felt too soon, like planting flowers on a grave before it's even filled in. However, she and Eshe were the only ones left — as far as they knew — and she was going to stay with her sister at this point come hell or high water. She was curious to see what Eshe would do about her name, though. Once she cooled down about the whole thing, there was a possibility that Bhreac would be able to call her sister by whatever name she chose... but she hadn't yet reached that point.

Though they'd come to a truce, and acknowledged that they needed one another, Bhreac didn't think they'd seen quite the end of conflict between them. Still, conflict between sisters was different; they could growl and argue and bite and scratch, but she needed Eshe, now more than ever. Even if neither of them were particularly thrilled to admit it. 

Despite any strife between them, Bhreac followed Eshe's scent to where she lurked around the borders, approaching her with a wag of her tail and a nip to her sister's shoulder.

"Is there a secret passcode or something?" Bhreac asked, only a little sarcastic to cover up for a thread of nerves simmering beneath her skin. The idea that they wouldn't like her, or wouldn't want her, and she'd be separated from Eshe again was a little unbearable.