Wild Berry Meadow Going through the Motions

"Passing through," said Bhreac, acknowledging the stranger's question. "I live in another valley, near here. In a hollow. I'm trying to get to know the area, though — I've never lived anywhere with so many packs before. It seemed... I dunno, prudent to try and get to know the land." She didn't bother to mention that the number of packs living in reasonably close quarter made her rather nervous, given that her only experience with two packs encountering one another was the another pack basically annihilating her own.

He seemed a bit tense, which perversely relaxed her. She didn't know he was trying to be impressive, or handsome — he just seemed vaguely uncomfortable, and given that she she'd been in a nearly constant state of mild discomfort since arriving in this area after her sister, it was nice to not feel like so much of the odd man out. Before she could say anything else, though, there was some noise nearby indicating someone had turned their duo into a trio.

Turning her head to look as the stranger she'd spoken to addressed the third wolf, Bhreac bristled slightly. This whole thing was unfamiliar enough without somebody lurking nearby without identifying herself. Bhreac held her tongue, though, widening her stance ever so slightly in case the silent interloper would prove to be dangerous.