Bearclaw Valley Shot out of a cannon

The first thing Breccan noticed when the other wolf spoke was his accent. He spoke clearly, but his words were heavily laced with a distinctly unfamiliar diction. It made him wonder where he had hailed from originally; obviously it wasn't the hollow, because no one else there sounded like that, and besides, Breccan would have known him if he had been with the pack for more than just a short time.

"Yeah, I actually grew up in the hollow. My family moved away from there a little while ago, though," he replied; it was the simplest way to explain the Frostfurs' departure. "Do you like it?" he asked, the question well-meaning. Although Rannoch and Liffey had left on bad terms with Terance and Treason, Breccan held no ill wishes toward his parents' former friends. He just didn't think of Lost Creek Hollow as home -- and, to be honest, nowhere really felt like home to him.

"I'm Breccan," he added as an afterthought, before their conversation progressed too far without introductions.