Whitefish River when i'm gone.

Eshe nodded, happy to share. "Sure thing, I don't mind at all," she answered with a smile, "I'm absolutely terrible at lying and keeping secrets, so my life and knowledge is an open book to anyone who wants to know." Which might not be considered a good thing if this pack had a lot of secrets, but that never occurred to Eshe.

The Frostfur felt only a small bit of disappointment when she was told that the woman hadn't seen her brother. She would've been surprised to hear that she had. Eshe couldn't fathom what had become of her brother. Perhaps he'd strayed too far and by the time he'd come back, Eshe's scent had been lost. They'd joked about how it would be impossible to lose each other due to their twin sense. Yet, here they were.

She smiled and shook her head, brushing off any note of apology in the woman's tone. "Hieronymous. I'll seek him out to ask, thank you," she replied, then paused as something occurred to her. "Umm.. Do you have a name?" she asked, feeling a bit silly that she hadn't asked already, and also silly that she'd phrased the question so silly. She had to have some sort of name, right?