Wild Berry Meadow Going through the Motions

Once More with Feeling reference or just a pithy phrase for the title?

Every day made Bhreac feel a little more settled. She liked the wolves of the Hollow thus far, and she could see them in time replacing the feeling of belonging that she and her sister had lost. It would take time, and effort on her part to trust them. Bhreac still wasn't entirely used to at all times being confronted with wolves that weren't related to her. It had been easy to open up to, invest in, and fully trust wolves she'd grown up with, or the occasional passerby who had an introduction from someone she'd known her whole life. That was part of why she'd been able to commit herself to the Hollow to any extent — Eshe had vouched.

Despite trying to put her roots down in the Hollow, since she could walk she'd been one to press far from the borders, setting out on small adventures to keep herself occupied. So given a day without terribly much to do, she'd set out early on for a bit of a trip, moving swiftly through the hills and valleys and woods and flatlands and taking it all in. It would take her a while to fully understand her surroundings and how everything connected, but for now she was content to see new vistas and know that she had somewhere to return to at the end of the night.

Eventually, she stumbled across another wolf, a stranger from a pack she didn't know — not that she knew of any, yet. He was a big creature, swathed in greys and whites, and blue eyes that stood out as striking against his otherwise colorless coat. She stopped a polite, if not cautious, distance from him. She was still trying to get used to constantly running into unfamiliar wolves without immediately going on the defensive. "'Lo," she said, offering a wag of her tail, though she didn't quite smile.