Grouse Thicket steel in our veins

Oh.... oh... OH.  Oh hell how had she forgotten RALESKA.  Bridget had a full on moment where she didn't hear what either of the other two said because she was so convinced her brain must have melted out of her ears.  Of all of the wolves to fuckin misplace, she'd gone and apparently blanked on the one she'd most recently categorized as verified badass.  That was a wolf she'd be hangin onto if she could, in whatever capacity practical.

Wait!  I know Raleska.  Holy shit, I met her a while back.  In the mountains south of here, right by the willows.  Bridget shook her head, still amazed she'd forgotten.  No fucking clue where she came from, though.  Some asshole interrupted us and we got a little sidetracked.  She waited a beat, looking between the two, as though rewinding what they'd been saying in her head since she hadn't really been listening.  Fortunately she'd at least, apparently, caught the introduction.  Name's Bridget.  Former Faerie, newly unaffiliated.  She flashed a big smile, the warmth of which pretty much mirrored Meerkat.  There didn't seem to be a reason to be defensive with this lot now.