Lost Creek Hollow we would only hold on to let go

@Mordecai

Bhreac hadn't yet had any official correspondence with anybody in Lost Creek Hollow's leadership. She knew her sister had met the necessary parties and gone through the appropriate channels, and though Eshe spoke highly of everybody involved, Bhreac reserved judgment — whether or not she liked every one of them, or any one of them, to be honest, she was going to do whatever she needed to do to join the pack and stay with the only family she seemed to have left. She'd met Riordan, who she'd liked, but still. Nothing official. She felt a bit at ends.

She supposed this was about when she should take some kind of initiative. Well, not initiative, per se. She didn't really know how to do this. The pack was new, she'd learned from Eshe, and she could sense the beginning of borders, which she obviously knew not to cross. But she had lived in the same pack her whole life. Should she call for somebody? Should she have brought a gift? Wracked with indecision, she paced a bit along the fringes of Lost Creek Hollow, trying to decide how to proceed.