Silver Creek interruptus

I should tell. . . What? Addison asks, cocking her head. If there is something more she should know--about Cyclone, especially--she wants, needs, to know immediately. Oryx's hesistation sends her ears folding back, and she is about to press her further when her brother arrives, rushing toward her with all the haste of one who greets a long lost lamb.

Brother, she whispers, smiling in turn and nodding as he pulls back. She is glad he doesn't question her. . .for now. Instead, as he is wont to do, he offers her rest and food. Rest will be fine for now, Addison assures him, looking between the pair of wolves in front of her. Is all well here, Grayson?

It isn't that she does not trust Oryx's summary, but perhaps Grayson will be more forthright with information. More likely to embellish, if anything, but she can find a happy medium between the two.