Lost Creek Hollow what i've done

*rubs hands together*

All tells of an approaching wolf were missed by Eshe who dwelt in her own head. Trying to empty it was proving difficult and that was the very moment Riordan sprang into her head—

Oh, no, not into, he was actually there! Eshe reeled backward, surprised by his entrance, but there was a moment when it became clear she might roar right back as she put herself together. Eshe didn't like being scared to death, which she wrongly believed she nearly had been. But instead of an angry roar, as he apologized, the roar that came from her was one of laughter, relief sprinkled in its song.

"I thought you were a bear," He certainly was the size of one, wasn't he? Eshe imagined he had the strength of one, too. But while he hadn't roared like one, it was only in appearance, gaping jaws and hungry eyes. She liked those eyes. "Your turn, what'd you think I was?" Her tail waved as she righted herself, forgetting any and all thoughts of tomorrow as she thought of today, and now, and Riordan.

Oh, sh-Bhreac? Her head turned and Eshe looked her over for a moment. Pretty, beautiful Bhreac. How simple and small she felt beside the pale-of-fur woman, one of a kind in this place. "I didn't hear a bark," she valiantly defended, shifted to nip at her sisters face gently. Eshe tried to swallow her insecurity, but there it lingered.