Lost Creek Hollow underneath the black locust tree

Bhreac had turned tail to head toward the summoning howl as soon as she heard it, and almost as soon as she'd turned she ran headlong into her sister. Nipping Eshe's ear and carrying along behind her as the wove through the trees, seeking out Mordecai. She didn't bother to mention she'd already met him, too busy picking her way to the forest after her sister. It looked nothing like the place they'd grown up, but for a split second it felt a little comfortable, a little familiar. Running after a summons at her sister's side — Bhreac smiled feeling a fleeting sense of content before they reached the waterfall in the clearing, and reality struck again.

It wasn't bad, though. Just different. She gave herself a little shake, following closely at Eshe's flank as her sister approached Mordecai, clearing her head. Her ears laid back and she dipped her posture a bit lower, mimicking all of her sister's actions before settling down beside her. Almost instantly Eshe slung a leg over Bhreac's shoulder and mouthed at her ear. With a quiet yelp Bhreac threw her weight against Eshe, trying to knock her over.

A second wolf whom she'd not met entered after, seeming perfectly friendly as she approached Mordecai. She assumed this was the Harlyn that Eshe had mentioned to her, and so dipped her head in polite acknowledgment, knocking her shoulder against her sister's.