pure sweet violent hearts

I loled at 'think of the children'

I'm in a similar situation, he said, and Bhreac felt equal parts irritation at the statement and a fluttering of hope. On one hand, he probably wasn't in a similar situation, and she was frustrated at the unintentional way in which he made light of something that still weighted heavily on her; of course, he couldn't possibly know, and so she shook that off rather quickly. There was also the thought that maybe he did know. Having come from a close, happy family, it was hard for her to imagine one leaving their home pack of their own accord, and so maybe he'd been chased away as well. And here he was, friendly as could be, seeming perfectly happy to be joining a new pack.

She could do that, too. It also occurred to her how strange it was to speak to somebody she knew nothing of. She guessed that was a usual thing, something most wolves did and never thought twice about, but talking to someone she didn't know felt a bit like walking in a swamp after the rain: slightly uncomfortable and prone to slipping and falling on her face.

"Neither," Bhreac said, shaking her head. "I mean, I guess I'm a bit nervous for the actual joining bit. But other than that, it just feels weird. I've only ever been a part of one pack, and this... isn't it." She shrugged, hoping that was sufficient explanation. She'd probably have stronger feelings about everything later on, after she'd processed, and gotten over the mild shock at everything that had gone on to upend her life over the past months. It occurred to her that, lingering in this area, this wolf was probably looking to join the same pack — she didn't mind that. She liked listening to him speak, now that she'd gotten used to it, and he had a pleasant sort of face. He felt like somebody she could grow to like.

"What about you?" In asking, she realized she had no idea what his name even was. "I'm Bhreac, by the way."