Lost Creek Hollow hollow

Eshe's words brought a wave of relief rushing over Bhreac. She would do what Eshe needed — eventually — and if that was to be called something else, so be it, but the idea that Eshe would cease to exist made her heart ache. There were very few familiar things left to her in the world, and she wanted to hold on to what was left tightly.

"I'm glad," Bhreac said. "I know you thought we were all gone, but I'm not. And that's not nothing. I want you to do what you need to do to be happy — now that I'm not feeling like such a crabby, almighty bitch — but... what if there are others? And what if they end up here, and they hear about — about Quill, or whoever, and just move along, never knowing that we're here." The thought was unbearable. Bhreac planned to shout her name to all who would hear, in case anybody from their pack would stumble on this valley and know to look for them. "Our family might be gone — or... or gone, and we're all that's left. I just... our names could be important now. Like a beacon."

Shaking her head a bit and giving her tail a way, she tried to readjust, sloughing off the heavier thoughts. There was a new hope before them, and she'd follow Eshe to it, hesitant though she was. "That's good. I'd like to be part of a pack again. I think it'll just take a while to... feel like a home."