Swiftcurrent Creek Family Found Once

Brecheliant. Another pack name she did not know, but would remember. On friendly terms, she supposed, though she might have to confirm with one of the others. In part, she suspected that perhaps Amalia was a spy for the crew she'd been warned about. She would have fit the part perfectly; a pleasant looking woman, but one who also had strength to her build. Polite, friendly- and quick to change the topic from her personal information, and pass over a compliment. Moss didn't allow her suspicion to show, and remained calm. There was an equal chance that Amalia was exactly who she claimed to be, and Brecheliant could be a friendly pack. 

She'd remain cold until she knew for sure. And then she'd likely remain cold. Why would she break that habit now?

She began to lean toward believing Amalia when she offered more of her own history...Though because she knew nothing of Lestan, this could all be an elaborate story. All these facts could be a diversion. Her glance passed by the woman and off into the trees; she appeared to be alone. 

Her story was a bit...Confusing, to say the least. She couldn't make her mind up whether Amalia actually wanted more from Lestan, or if she was actually content to be separated from him. Apparently they'd parted ways even though she'd wanted to keep him company. Perhaps there was some form of unrequited affection. She didn't want to get into that. Too much emotional baggage. 

"Brecheliant better than Moonglow?" She asked.