pure sweet violent hearts

She snorted at his fish-ghost comment, but otherwise didn't react. Bhreac had never been particularly gregarious, more prone to reservations about new acquaintances until she felt entirely comfortable around them, but after spending time amongst the enemy, so to speak, she felt even less inclined to force herself to be overly pleasant. She still didn't know him, and though he seemed friendly, she now knew that strangers could wreak more havoc than she'd ever thought of before.

He sniffed around her, and she stood still for his examination, tilting her head at him as he enquired after her home. Any smell of her former pack was well and truly gone, then. Eshe wanted them to move on, and she was going to try, so she supposed it was for the better. Still, it caused something in her chest to twist painfully at the thought.

"I don't," Bhreac said. "Not yet. I've been wandering for a couple of weeks, maybe a month. I'm not really sure." She shrugged her shoulders, giving her coat a smaller shake to dislodge the final dredges of dirt and water. She felt a bit lighter now, with her fur loose and damp rather than matted with dust and dirt from her journey. The sun hung lower on the horizon now, the colors of the sky deepening, and Bhreac set her jaw, trying to lean into the hope for some content in her future, rather than away from it. "My sister is joining a pack around here — I've promised to come with her, tomorrow or something, but I don't know much about it yet."