Lost Creek Hollow we would only hold on to let go

AMAZING

Bhreac breathed a sigh of relief as Mordecai seemed receptive, and also disinclined to put her skills to the test. Not that she was bluffing, or anything like that, but despite having been settled in the area for a couple of days with Eshe, she still felt a little ragged from everything that had preceded, and was uncharacteristically nervous to boot. She tended to reserve judgment on strangers, for many reasons, not the least of which was that she wasn't used to interacting with wolves she wasn't related to.

As she'd thought earlier, when interrogating her sister about a somewhat embarrassing crush on another wolf, there were possibilities open to them here that hadn't been even blips on their mental horizons at home. A silver-lining, even if it wasn't one she was ready to fully appreciate.

She snorted at his comment about embarrassing her sister, and barely bit back the sort of light-hearted cocky remark she'd throw at her sister, and instead just nodded, smiling gratefully at the rest of what he said. "Sounds great," she said. "Nice to meet you, Mordecai."

She waited for him to take the lead, not wanting to be presumptuous, but once they'd begun to walk, she asked, "[b]my sister says the pack is new. Can I ask what brought you here?"[/b]