Lost Creek Hollow hollow

"I'm already his friend," She proclaimed with an upturned muzzle, grinning. "I mean, it's defaulted that way." Whether Luke felt the same, who knew? But Quill was a fast friend to those that were to be her pack-mates, loyal, as it was, already. Only her loyalty to her sister could challenge that... but her commitment to Bhreac was lifelong. They shared a womb together, after all. Some siblings drifted, but never them. Then she remembered... best friends. Always (for the most part) cool with Bhreac's ideas, Eshe nodded. She was fascinated by that blue nose of his... freaky green eyes had nothing on that. Then again, she had seen dozens of those eyes, and only one of that nose.

As for her sisters probing, Eshe was immediately on the obvious defensive, huffing and puffing as though affronted. "Wha-huh? Particularly? I like him the same as anyone else," she retorted, her voice lifting in pitch and ending in a sort of question mark. She did particularly find him, and his accent, and his kindness, and his one-name, to be great. But Bhreac needn't know all that (even though she had all but admitted it). "Just as particularly as you like bugs," she snorted, effectively finished in the digging of her own grave. Damn, it was deep.