Lost Creek Hollow hollow

"Sick," Bhreac said, when Eshe told her of the wolf with the blue nose. Their family had some pretty wild eyes in the mix, though the gene had passed the two of them by, but she'd never seen any other part of a wolf be strikingly colored. "Let's be his best friends." It probably was somewhat less than cool to collect wolves like shiny stones, but she was mostly kidding. Still, she wanted to meet Luke, now.

Bhreac dropped to her haunches to receive there rest of her sister's explanations of the members of the pack she'd met. Though Bhreac was far more reticent to form an opinion — positive or otherwise — of other wolves than her sister was, especially after spending time in the pack that had overtaken theirs, she trusted Eshe's opinion. If her sister thought they were good sort of wolves to associate with, she'd take her word for it. Eshe's halting comments on Riordan and slightly fraught expression caught Bhreac's attention, and she raised a brow.

She hadn't had any strong feelings toward Riordan either way — she had liked him, so alright was a bit of an undersell, but then she tended to be aloof with those she didn't know until she could determine whether or not they were worth her attention, affection, loyalty, or any combination thereof.

"You liked him, particularly?" Bhreac prodded with a tilt of her head, slightly omniscient because her roleplayer is lazy as all get out.