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"Fine," Bhreac agreed easily. She didn't have anything else to do. The idea of joining a pack didn't really bring her anything but a vague sense of dread and displeasure, but she'd do it for Eshe, and in time the ache of what had happened to their pack would dull, and she might come to like it. Perhaps it was best to just throw themselves into something new. "But first, let's kill something, otherwise I'm going to end up eating whoever I'm supposed to be charming into accepting me into the pack."

With that, she brushed past Eshe with a grin, hoping to spend a little less complicated time with her sister and finding something to fill her belly with in one go.