Lost Creek Hollow we would only hold on to let go

This is likewise awful, neither Bhreac nor I have any idea how to do this anymore. x_x

She didn't have much time to deliberate before a bark over her shoulder caught her attention, and she wheeled around, shifting her weight a little uneasily as the stranger approached her. She caught the same scent on him she'd found around the area, and the same vague claimant that held her sister. Logically, she recognized that this was probably one of the wolves in Eshe's pack, but she still wasn't entirely used to or comfortable dealing with unknown wolves on a regular basis. Still, she'd have to make do.

She relaxed her posture respectfully, dipping her head slightly and tucking her ears back on her head. Eshe had told her not to worry, that everybody was pleasant and she hadn't had to jump through any flaming hoops to find her way, but she'd never really done this before. Perhaps there were dance steps she'd be expected to know that she'd simply never learned.

"Hey," Bhreac said, when he was closer, giving her tail another wag for good measure. "I'm Bhreac. You have my sis — well, you don't have her, but she joined you, I think, and I'd like to too because — she's... my... you know, sister." Bhreac clamped her mouth shut, and then relaxed just enough to huff a sigh. "Usually my sister is around to babble enough for the both of us and I get to maintain my cool."