[ She has to restrain the urge to glance back at him a couple times as they walk. Sure, she can sense him trailing behind her but she's seen how distracted young wolves and new wolves can be. Furthermore considering his... history, there was nothing to say that him being unbalanced by his new heightened senses would keep him from doing anything hostile, or making some last-ditch effort to cause chaos and harm.
But there's also a thread of, well. Protectiveness. She's trying to ignore it, consciously and not, but it's there in the background all the same.
Her answer to his question is a low, irritated growl, and she spares the barest of glances at him. Asking childish questions didn't count as staying quiet.
And while no one was coming around to actively harass or poke at the new unwilling pup, Brianna can feel the attention here and there. Catches eyes turned their way, quiet comments being made. Annoying and bothersome to an extent but she can handle that; it's nothing she hasn't been dealing with since she joined up with the pack. It also doesn't make her relax. One, because to do so would be foolish and potentially invite trouble, and two, she knows it's only a matter of time before someone (or multiple someones) want to investigate the new wolf among them.
She only outright bristles once, when an overly curious member of the pack gets up from their resting place and makes to approach, clearly scenting the air and eyeing Poe. Brianna slows her pace and pointedly glares at them, giving a warning growl. The other pack member backs off after a few seconds staring at each other but she can already see the wheels turning. She sends up a silent prayer that any real trouble waits until the next day.
The rest of the walk transpires without incident. Her modest home is near the outskirts of the settlement, as unremarkable on the outside as most of the other buildings. It's essentially a one-bedroom with all the basics. The interior is simple but tidy; it gives the sense that someone lives there but doesn't necessarily spend a lot of time inside. Brianna locks the door behind them (more an emotional or symbolic comfort than it is likely to keep anyone out if they were intent on coming in) and heavily sighs, her shoulders finally relaxing and some of the tension leaving her body. Without a word she goes through an open doorway into the kitchen and, after grabbing a half-empty bottle of whiskey out of a cupboard and taking a long swig, she starts rifling around to gather things to start cooking. ]
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But there's also a thread of, well. Protectiveness. She's trying to ignore it, consciously and not, but it's there in the background all the same.
Her answer to his question is a low, irritated growl, and she spares the barest of glances at him. Asking childish questions didn't count as staying quiet.
And while no one was coming around to actively harass or poke at the new unwilling pup, Brianna can feel the attention here and there. Catches eyes turned their way, quiet comments being made. Annoying and bothersome to an extent but she can handle that; it's nothing she hasn't been dealing with since she joined up with the pack. It also doesn't make her relax. One, because to do so would be foolish and potentially invite trouble, and two, she knows it's only a matter of time before someone (or multiple someones) want to investigate the new wolf among them.
She only outright bristles once, when an overly curious member of the pack gets up from their resting place and makes to approach, clearly scenting the air and eyeing Poe. Brianna slows her pace and pointedly glares at them, giving a warning growl. The other pack member backs off after a few seconds staring at each other but she can already see the wheels turning. She sends up a silent prayer that any real trouble waits until the next day.
The rest of the walk transpires without incident. Her modest home is near the outskirts of the settlement, as unremarkable on the outside as most of the other buildings. It's essentially a one-bedroom with all the basics. The interior is simple but tidy; it gives the sense that someone lives there but doesn't necessarily spend a lot of time inside. Brianna locks the door behind them (more an emotional or symbolic comfort than it is likely to keep anyone out if they were intent on coming in) and heavily sighs, her shoulders finally relaxing and some of the tension leaving her body. Without a word she goes through an open doorway into the kitchen and, after grabbing a half-empty bottle of whiskey out of a cupboard and taking a long swig, she starts rifling around to gather things to start cooking. ]