Lost Creek Hollow underneath the black locust tree

Her eyes perused the crowd. Even after many arrived, one was notably absent. Her heart quivered weakly within her... but her sister knocked sense into her mind. Eshe glanced at Bhreac, before looking back to Mordecai who had now begun speaking. There were others among them... the young Valtyr, the blue-nosed Luke, Andalusia, Harlyn... the last of which came and moved past them, friendly but yet withholding a greeting toward them. Eshe was not deterred, she moved to nose the woman, too, who had let her in the ranks at all to begin with. Arabella she had not yet met... but she also did not yet know Valtyr. The others she knew by chance... and hopefully in time she'd know them better.

The alpha male spoke now. She agreed with his words and looked to the crowd. Get to know one another hm? Her eyes again sought @Riordan but when he could not be found, her mind leaped to another male consistently within her mind... the handsome Scimitar, who she missed more than she liked to think about. The Moors, she decided, were undoubtedly upon her to-do list.

She supposed she best appease the alpha and her own desire to get to know her packmates. She volunteered as tribute, spinning in a small semi-circle and grinning to the lot of them. "I'm Eshe, hi." ...Well, for now, that'd be it then. She looked to her sister, a prompting look on her face.