Lost Creek Hollow we would only hold on to let go

hah, i've been back at this for like a year now so to speak and i'm still crummy. not that i was particular ever any good to begin with, but sometimes my posts are just... cobbled together. horrifically. :D

With a cant of his head, he listened as she rattled off a few things. Namely that her sister was among the wolves that were helping to make the hollow a home. Intrigued, Mordecai thumbed back through his own memory whether or not he recalled anyone who seemed similar to her. There may have been one or two instances, but he couldn't have claimed to know who she was talking about. Some of the recruits that had come into their fold he had only skirted past in passing, basically.

With a snort of amusement to her parting statement, he returned the good-nature wave of his tail. "Who's your sister?" Maybe a name would have been easier to focus on rather than trying to possibly match whatever few differences in features or colors that could have tied one wolf to another. "And what makes you think you'd be a good fit here?" Maybe if Bhreac wasn't the brains of the sisterly duo, then perhaps she was the brawn. And as it were, Mordecai hardly had the chance so far to assess whether or not they needed any sort of skill in particular.