Lost Creek Hollow hollow

"It's a good thing," Bhreac said when Eshe admitted she hadn't thought along the same lines. "If we thought the same way, one of us would be redundant." And, as Eshe well knew, Bhreac was a wolf who liked to have a purpose. She gave her tail a wag to show that she wasn't looking for a fight, anymore, not that she'd been looking for one the other day. They were similar in many ways — both stubborn, a little rash, steadfastly loyal, but their similarities were expressed in different ways. It was hard to relate, sometimes, when their motivations were the same but their actions diverged, but then, what sisters didn't fight from time to time.

At Eshe's next words, Bhreac nodded. She wasn't as devoted to the idea of being part of a pack as Eshe was, but it didn't sound unappealing to her, although she knew she'd struggle at first to feel like little more than an interloper. She knew that the previous chapter of their life was well and truly over, but this still felt like an intermission. Like at some point, she'd find the thread to pull to unravel what'd happened, and everything would go back to how it used to be.

"Tell me about them, then," Bhreac said. "I think I met one, already, though. Riordan. He seemed alright."